[Stories from Sports Schools]

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(I) Another Opportunity Arrives
The Yangtze River flows through it, and the Han River runs through it, hence the name Jiangcheng 　　(River City) .
Abundant water resources irrigate the fertile land, and the fertile land nurtures generations of Jiangcheng people. In the city center, inside the Jiangcheng Sports School, in the director's office, 　　a middle-aged man of about 45 years old sat in his office chair. Although tall, he was slightly overweight , holding a document in his hand and reading it, a lewd smile playing on his lips. 　　This was Hu Changjiang, the director of the Jiangcheng Sports School. His name alone revealed him as a native of Jiangcheng. 　　In his youth, he was a key forward for the Jiangcheng basketball team, making significant contributions to the team's four national basketball championships. 　　Due to his strong skills and outstanding performance, he was selected for the national team, representing China in the Asian Games and the Olympics . After retiring, he served as the head coach of the Jiangcheng professional basketball team for several years, and later worked for the Jiangcheng Sports Association. Several years ago, when the former director of the Jiangcheng Sports School retired, he volunteered to transfer to the Jiangcheng Sports School to take charge of the work. 　　He was insightful and resourceful. Recent professional sports reforms have attracted massive amounts of capital to the sports world, especially the three major ball sports—football, basketball, and volleyball—which have become hot investment targets for businesses. 　　Players' incomes have also skyrocketed, increasing by orders of magnitude compared to the past. 　　Therefore, parents hoping to make their children stars, get rich, and bring honor to their families are going to great lengths to send their children to sports schools. Hu Changjiang saw this as a new source of income. 　　Although his work in the sports association was easy and the income stable, his insignificant position offered little opportunity for personal gain. It was much better to become a leader at a sports school, and with his previous connections in the association, the path to wealth would be much smoother . 　　He was originally only greedy for money, not for women. His wife was beautiful, gentle, virtuous, and skilled in bed; he was quite content with that. Upon assuming his post as director of the sports school, he only secretly amassed wealth to "improve the lives" of himself and his family, never engaging in any sexual advances. His beautiful secretary in the next office, seeking a promotion, repeatedly tried to seduce him, but he refused each time. 　　However, not long after, about a year and a half later, his wife's attitude suddenly changed drastically. She became cold and indifferent, ignoring his needs and refusing to grant his advances at night, leaving him feeling incredibly frustrated. Moreover, his wife refused to explain herself, as if saying even a single word would be too much trouble and would only lead to an argument. 　　Finally, Lao Hu reluctantly began an affair with the secretary. It was this affair that ignited the primal instincts hidden deep within Lao Hu, which quickly became uncontrollable. 　　With increasing experience and having exhausted the school's "available resources," he gradually turned his attention to the parents of the sports school students. Every time the province came to select high-level athletes for the provincial team, it was his prime time for activity. 　　The document in his hand was a " Notice His opportunity had come again. 　　He pressed the phone button and said, "Secretary Fang, convene a meeting of relevant personnel from the football team at 3:00 PM to convey the spirit of the provincial document on 'Doing a Good Job in the Selection of Reserve Talents for the Provincial Football Team,' especially the football coaches; not a single one can be absent." Then he seemed to be immersed in endless reverie—no, he was calculating. 　　Secretary Fang's name was Fang Jian, a man, just 30 years old. He himself was a graduate of the football department of this sports school, but his skill level was average. He wasn't selected for the provincial team, only playing as a substitute for the city team for a few years before hastily ending his professional career. He used some connections to get a job as a teacher at a school. 　　He appeared upright on the surface, but was secretly not very proper, which caused many teachers to have opinions about him. 　　However, this was exactly what Lao Hu wanted. Having a beautiful female secretary could improve work motivation, but it would also easily attract gossip, so he made an exception and promoted Fang to be a secretary. 　　Most importantly, Xiao Fang could "directly intervene" when handling many matters, avoiding some . 　　At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Hu arrived at the office on time. After resting with his eyes closed for half a day, he finally heard a knock on the door. 　　"Director Hu, it's almost time, the meeting is about to start." It was Secretary Fang's voice. 　　"Oh, Xiao Fang, wait a moment, I'll be right there." Lao Hu straightened his clothes, grabbed a few documents, and left the office, arriving at the conference room accompanied by Xiao Fang. 　　"Everyone, please sit down. Let's get started. I think Secretary Fang has already conveyed the content of this meeting to everyone. The Provincial Sports Commission attaches great importance to this selection of young provincial football players. Director Liu will personally come to inspect and supervise the work. I hope everyone will complete the province's task in a fair, just, and open manner." 　　"Hmph, it's Director Liu again." Someone muttered under their breath. 　　Lao Hu looked in the direction of the voice and saw his thorn in the side, Teacher Wang, Wang Jianye. This Mr. Wang is rigid and inflexible ; he's over forty and still a football coach. Old Hu was annoyed with him after taking office, repeatedly asking for his help and cooperation on various matters, but Mr. Wang simply wouldn't grant him the favor. Unfortunately, Mr. Wang hadn't made any mistakes in his work and was a "veteran" who had worked at the school for over ten years, so Old Hu couldn't do anything about him for the time being. 　　"Don't let me find any fault with you, or I'll destroy you," Old Hu thought to himself, but outwardly he just smiled disdainfully and continued, "For this selection process, the school plans to establish a selection group, composed of recommendations and assessments from all the football instructors and Secretary Fang. Secretary Fang will be the group leader, and the selection results will be reviewed by me before being reported to Director Liu in the province." 　　"Why is Secretary Fang involved in the recommendation and assessment? Isn't that within his responsibilities?" It was . 　　Old Hu scanned the attendees; everyone else lowered their heads, except for Teacher Wang, who remained upright. Old Hu then said, "Secretary Fang is an upright person, and he used to work in the football department, so he's familiar with the entire selection process. The reason we arranged for him to participate in the assessment is mainly to supervise the entire process." In reality, everyone knew that Old Hu had no trustworthy subordinates in the football department; if he wanted to gain any advantage, he could only force Secretary Fang into the position. 　　Teacher Wang wanted to argue further, but the teachers beside him gave him meaningful glances, so he swallowed his words.

Old Hu gave another disdainful smile, gave a few more instructions, and then ended the meeting, taking Secretary Fang

into his office.
"Secretary Fang, do you have any suggestions for this assessment?" Old Hu sat down, took a sip of tea, and asked.
"This exam concerns the future of all the students in the football club; it might be a major

turning point . Considering they are all minors, their

guardians should be informed of the specifics of this assessment."
"Of course, it's necessary to hold a parent-teacher meeting so that parents can help their children make a decision."
Although he said this, what he really thought was, "If I don't inform you parents, how

will I benefit?" He then added, "You'll be in charge of this parent-teacher meeting. I'll just attend, but I won't

say anything, to avoid any gossip."
Secretary Fang received the instructions and left.
That weekend, the parent-teacher meeting was held as scheduled. Because the importance of this selection had been explained to the students beforehand,

the children were very nervous and immediately informed their parents, making the parents even more nervous. The attendance rate was

almost 100%, and some students' parents even came.
Secretary Fang first introduced the teachers and administrative staff on stage to the parents.

When his voice was particularly loud, which pleased Director Hu greatly. Afterwards, Secretary Fang

explained all the selection details to the parents one by one. Old Hu, meanwhile, glanced around at the parents below the stage, thinking to himself, "Hmm,

the parents of the football club are quite qualified. It seems we'll have a good harvest this time."
About an hour and a half later, Secretary Fang was drenched in sweat and his mouth was dry. He said, "That concludes

the meeting. If there are no further questions, we can adjourn. Please go back and

discuss it with your children." With that, he picked up a bottle of water and took large gulps, glancing at Director Hu, hoping

for an approving look.
Unexpectedly, Director Hu was glaring angrily. Only then did he realize his mistake and quickly added, "If any parents have

any further questions, please come to Director Hu's office for a detailed discussion." He then looked at Director Hu again, who nodded in satisfaction.
As the parents gradually dispersed and most of the teachers on the stage left, Director Hu finally stood up, patted

Secretary Fang on the shoulder, and said, "You did a good job this time." Secretary Fang quickly replied, "Not at all, not at all. I've been working with Director

Hu for almost two years, and I still have quite a few mistakes in my work. I'll need Director Hu's guidance in the future." With that,

she meekly followed Director Hu to the office.
Secretary Fang's final hint at the parents' meeting was indeed very effective; many parents were already waiting for

Director Hu . Director Hu nodded to everyone while observing the parents. Most of them were dressed in expensive clothes and wore

bright jewelry, clearly wealthy people.
Suddenly, a plainly dressed female parent caught Director Hu's attention. She wore a simple white blouse and

a light red skirt, without much embellishment, and carried an extremely ordinary brown leather bag.
Despite her extremely ordinary attire, the woman caught Old Hu's attention. She

was tall and slender , with fair skin, delicate features, and especially captivating cherry-like lips.

When their eyes met, she blushed slightly, shyly lowering her head, almost causing Old Hu to pounce

on her . The only slight drawback was her small bust, but even so, she

stood out like a fairy descended from heaven.
When Old Hu arrived at the office door, the parents had already crowded around, except for the woman, who remained in place,

seemingly hesitant. Old Hu turned to the parents and said, "Parents, please have any questions. I will

patiently answer them all. Secretary Fang, please arrange things and maintain order."
"Yes, parents. Please line up one by one. Director Hu will do his best to

resolve your questions today."
The parents jostled and lined up, and the "fairy," still with her head down, slowly moved to the last position in line.
"Now, please mark your order and come in one by one. If it's not your turn yet, please

sit down on the benches in the corridor and wait. Thank you for your cooperation. Please, first parent
, come in." The first person to enter was a middle-aged man. After sitting down, he said, "Director Hu, my surname is Bi, and I am the father of Wang Peicai, a first-year

high school soccer player. I am a businessman and prefer to get straight to the point."
Seeing that this man had an impressive air about him and hearing that he was a businessman, Old Hu quickly nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Wang, please speak frankly."
"I own tea companies in Beijing, Shanghai, and this city, and the businesses are doing quite well. I originally wanted

my son to study business and inherit my company, but this kid just happens to love playing soccer. He's been arguing with me and

threatening to run away from home if I don't let him play. You know, he's my only precious son.

How could I let him run away? I had no choice but to give in and let him get into your school. Regarding this selection, I've already discussed it with him

. If he gets selected, I'll let him continue playing; if not, he'll obediently drop out and study

business. That's why I specifically came to see Director Hu this time, hoping that Director Hu can help me get my son to give up his

daydream of playing soccer."
At this point, Director Hu and Secretary Fang looked at each other in astonishment.

Countless parents had asked them for help getting their children selected before, but this was the first time someone had asked them to help a child who hadn't been selected. However, Director Hu and Secretary Fang

then thought, "Perfect! I'll do you a favor, get something in return, and you'll free up a spot for me.

Why not?"
Despite his joy, the act still had to be performed. Director Hu frowned and said, "Since Wang Peicai himself

wishes to play football, we hope to respect his wishes. Of course, this still depends on his ability; if he's

eliminated there's nothing we can do."
As a businessman, he could easily understand the implication, but seeing Secretary Fang present, he hesitated.
"Secretary Fang is one of us, Mr. Wang, please speak freely."
Mr. Wang hurriedly took out a box of tea and a bulging envelope from his briefcase and said in a low voice, "Here

are two catties of genuine Longjing tea from the southwestern hills near West Lake in Hangzhou, and 5,000 yuan. If things go well,

I will certainly reward you."
Old Hu was overjoyed, thinking to himself, "He really is a businessman; he's quite generous." He said, "

Mr. Wang's love for his son is truly touching. I also have a son who, like your son, doesn't understand parental love."

"These young people are really mischievous and ignorant. Mr. Wang, don't worry, I will do my best to help you."
"Thank you, Director Hu. I won't bother you any longer, goodbye."
"Alright, take care. I still have parents to meet, so I won't see you off."
"Hmm, please wait."
As soon as someone came out of the office, the parents immediately surrounded him again. Secretary Fang had no choice but

to step in and say, "Please take your time, one by one, don't rush." "
That's how it went. The next few people, although there were two female parents, still brought money and gifts, which

annoyed Old Hu. Although he accepted the money, Old Hu was already somewhat dissatisfied. "It's been so long since I've

been satisfied!" Old Hu seemed to hear the complaint in his lower body.
Suddenly, he thought of the "fairy" he had just seen, and his lower body immediately became hard. He thought to himself, judging from

her clothes, her family's conditions shouldn't be very good. There's a chance, she's a decent woman. It's been so long since I've tasted

that kind of feeling.
" Just then, "Director Hu, hello." A clear, bird-like voice entered Old Hu's ears.
He looked up and was surprised again. Although this woman was not as beautiful as that "fairy", she was still

a top-class .
He hurriedly replied, "What is your surname, Miss?"
"My surname is Chen, Director Hu, please call me Chen Qian. I am the mother of Chen Jiahua, a second-year high school student in the soccer team.
I divorced his father when Jiahua was four years old, and afterwards I changed his surname and

raised ."
"Oh, Miss Chen, you've really had a tough time. It hasn't been easy for you."
"I was both his father and mother, raising him and taking care of his education and employment, ensuring he had a good future and a good

job. That's why I specifically wanted to ask Director Hu for help this time."
Old Hu observed that this woman was well-maintained, seemingly only in her early thirties. Although divorced, she was voluptuous, suggesting she had been

well-cared for by men for a long time. Therefore, he deduced that she was definitely not someone to be trifled with. He already had a good idea of what was going on and said, "Miss Chen,

given your situation, I should do my best to help you. However, this assessment and supervision are very strict, with people from the province personally supervising.

I'm afraid I may be willing but unable to help."
"You must help us, a widow and her child." Miss Chen seemed about to cry.
"This matter is somewhat tricky, but it's not without room for maneuver. How about this, let me think about it first.

If Miss Chen is free tonight, please come to my office to discuss the details further, okay?"
"This, this, alright then."
"Okay, 7 pm, I'll wait for Miss Chen here. I won't see you off then, please take care." He thought to himself, " Just

wait until tonight, I'll expose your true colors as a slut." "
There was some more gossip in between, but let's not go into it.
Around 6 pm, it was finally the last parent's turn. Old Hu was quite tired and

rubbed his temples. But when he finally saw his 'fairy' enter, he perked up again.
The 'fairy' still walked in with her head down, unhurriedly. Old Hu couldn't wait any longer, rushed

forward , pulled out a chair for her, and said, 'Please sit down, please sit down.' Secretary Fang was also somewhat surprised.
The 'fairy' looked quite flattered and quickly thanked him, sitting down as she spoke." But at this moment,

Old Hu, standing beside her, was already captivated by her faint fragrance. If Secretary Fang hadn't coughed,

he would have already drifted into a dream.
"Where does this young lady work?" Before the "fairy" could speak, Director Hu had already taken the initiative to

ask .
"My surname is Yang, my name is Yang Yiru, and I'm the mother of Tang Can, who is in the second year of junior high school. I'm currently a Chinese language

teacher at the Third Middle School in the city." "
Oh, a teacher, huh? We're colleagues then, which makes things easier.

If you have any questions about this selection, please feel free to ask, and I'll do my best to answer them."
"I... I'd like to know what the chances are of Tang Can being selected."
"Secretary Fang, are you familiar with Tang Can's personal situation?"
"Oh, I know a little. Ms. Yang, forgive my bluntness, but although Tang Can has good ball skills and outstanding technique,

he's too thin and has some stamina issues. You should know that without physical strength and stamina, one can't fully utilize their

technical advantages. I estimate his chances of being selected are slim."
"Ms. Yang, that's not necessarily true. Nothing is absolute. I still have some connections in the province.

If can smooth things over, it should be quite possible." Old Hu knew that with respectable women like this,

as long as he talked about the benefits, there were usually no problems.
"Well, well, it takes money to smooth things over, right? To be honest, my husband teaches at the same

school , and our family's financial situation isn't good." At this moment, Yang Yiru finally raised her head, and her charming

face made Lao Hu even more impulsive.
"It doesn't necessarily have to be money," Lao Hu finally couldn't help himself, stood up, walked to Yang Yiru's side, put one hand

on her shoulder, and supported himself on the table with the other, saying, "There are many other things I can do to help you smooth things over."
Yang Yiru was an educated person, how could she not understand what he meant? She shrank back and stood up as well, only saying

, "I won't trouble Director Hu." Then she hurriedly left the door and ran away as fast as she could.

(II)
On the way home, Yang Yiru was very confused. Her son had been influenced by his father since he was a child and loved football.

However, her husband only liked to watch football. He would never miss the European football leagues every weekend, but he was not active and rarely played football. Her son was even more enthusiastic. He started touching a ball at the age of 3 and would chase the ball around at home or downstairs

every day . 　　So when he was six, he absolutely refused to go to a regular primary school, insisting on going to a sports school instead. This led to a cold war at home, with the son ignoring Yang Yiru for a full two weeks. 　　The stalemate didn't last long. First, the father stepped in, actively supporting their son and trying to persuade her, saying there were many paths to success, not just academic pursuits, appealing to her reason and emotions; he also said that with their excellent genes, their son would be talented of persuasion and coaxing. 　　In the end, she couldn't resist the father and son's insistence and had no choice but to go along with them. However, Yang Yiru still set a condition for her son: since he had chosen to be a professional football player, he must persevere to the end and never give up halfway .

Now is a crucial moment in her son's football journey. Giving up now would be such a waste

, but given their limited means, could she really sacrifice her health for her son's future? No, she absolutely

couldn't do that. She was a teacher; she couldn't do anything unethical.
Suddenly, she spotted a familiar figure—wasn't that

the parent she'd seen outside the office that afternoon? Why was she rushing back to school?
In the school office, Old Hu was resting in his chair. Secretary Fang made him a cup of tea and said, "It's almost 7 o'clock,

I'll head back now."
"Okay, go ahead. You've worked hard today, be careful on the road." Hearing it was almost 7, Old Hu perked

up, took a sip of tea, and said, seemingly urging Secretary Fang to hurry and not delay his plans.
A few minutes later, the sound of hurried high heels echoed down the corridor. Old Hu knew his prey

had finally arrived. He hurriedly got up, but accidentally bumped his knee on the table. He limped open the door,

forcing a smile, and said, "Miss Chen is here! Please come in, please come in."
"Oh, what happened? What happened to your leg?"
"I bumped it by accident, it's nothing, it's nothing."
"We're both middle-aged now, you need to take care of your health. Come, sit on the sofa, I'll give you a massage."
Old Hu was secretly delighted, but didn't show it, flattering her, "I am indeed middle-aged, but Miss Chen still

looks so young and beautiful, like a young woman around 25."
"Director Hu, please don't laugh at me. Does it hurt here? I'm going to start the massage now."
At this moment, Chen Qian sat on the sofa, and Old Hu placed his leg on top of Chen Qian's leg, lying down on the sofa.
As he massaged, Old Hu became restless, his calf constantly rubbing against Chen Qian's thigh, his hand exploring Chen Qian's

waist .
"Don't rush," she said, shoving Lao Hu's hand away. "The massage isn't over yet." She continued

massaging Lao Hu's groin.
Lao Hu hadn't been with a woman for a while, and he couldn't resist this stimulation. He impatiently

pounced on Chen Qian on the sofa, saying, "My third leg hurts even more now." He then removed Chen Qian's

plaid coat, revealing a white lace bra that covered her full, firm breasts.
Because it was a back-fastening bra, Lao Hu frantically reached behind Chen Qian to try and unfasten it, but

he was too impatient and failed. So he frantically pushed the bra up, revealing two lively breasts

. Lao Hu's breathing quickened noticeably. He vigorously rubbed them a few times, then buried his head deeply

in , greedily licking them.
Although Chen Qian was a wanton woman, under such strong teasing, she quickly got into the mood, coquettishly cursing,

"Be gentle, old ghost, ah..."
It turned out that Lao Hu's hands weren't idle either; he had already lifted Chen Qian's skirt and touched her mysterious

triangle area.
"Oh, you're all wet? Want it?"
"Who wants it, you rascal."
"Even if you want it, I won't give it to you." Saying this, he roughly ripped off Chen Qian's panties, stepped back,

and buried his head in the bushes again.
"Don't lick, don't lick, ah, ah..." Another soft moan escaped her lips.
Lao Hu finally raised his head, quickly took off his clothes and pants, pulled out his already erect penis, and

tapped it repeatedly against Chen Qian's wet vulva.
The wanton woman couldn't withstand such teasing; each tap felt like penetration, sending electric shocks through her body

. "Hurry up, I can't take it anymore, hurry up!"
"Are you begging me? Sigh, I'm not feeling well today either, looks like I can't hold on for long, I'll just go along with you."
With that, he spread Chen Qian's thighs, thrusting his lower body forcefully, and with a "squelch,"

it went
all the way in. Chen Qian instinctively grabbed the sofa with both hands, as if she knew the violent impact was coming, "Ah..." she cried out softly. At first, Old Hu was just slowly thrusting in and out, the speed was slow but the strength was not weak, and each thrust

was more powerful than the last, as if each one was going to break through her flower core. After forty or fifty thrusts, Chen Qian's lower body

became more and more wet, and the friction of the wetness made a constant "squelch, squelch" sound.
"Ah...ah...ah ah ah ah...ouch...ah..." Chen Qian's moans had turned into

short , soft cries, her head kept tilting upwards, and her buttocks were also forcefully responding.
"Come on, let's change positions." Old Hu pulled out his penis, which seemed to be glued to Chen Qian's lower body, "Ah!" Chen Qian

cried out softly again.
This time, Lao Hu lifted Chen Qian's legs and placed them on his shoulders. He parted her slightly darkened labia with his hands,

raised his penis, and thrust it in again. Lao Hu figured his body was already starting to give out, so he

decided to go even harder. He placed his hands on Chen Qian's waist, practically holding her body to match his

thrusts. Although Chen Qian had seduced many men since her divorce, he

had never tasted a man with a professional athlete's background. Although Lao Hu's body wasn't what it used to be, his strength was still enough to make Chen Qian ecstatic.
The speed of his thrusts increased, but the power remained undiminished. After another hundred or so thrusts, Lao Hu shouted, "

Fuck... I'll fuck you to death..." and ejaculated thick streams of semen into Chen Qian's body.
"Satisfied? Sorry, I haven't practiced in a long time, it was a bit fast this time," Lao Hu glanced at the clock and

said, "Only 45 minutes." It seems he's not as good as before; the marks of time are gradually appearing.

Of course, he couldn't say these things to Chen Qian's face; he could only keep them to himself. Old Hu sighed and stood up.
Although Chen Qian was already exhausted, she was still startled by his words. Even though 45 minutes had

passed, it felt like only 10. The pleasure and orgasm always seemed fleeting;

she felt she could never be satisfied.
"Here, wipe yourself off," Old Hu said, handing her some tissues.
They wiped themselves, got dressed, and Chen Qian asked, "Is there a problem with my son?"
"Not yet, but until the final list is released, anything can happen. It depends on your performance."
He then rubbed Chen Qian's full breasts a few more times.
"You rascal!" Chen Qian didn't back down, slapping his penis twice before reluctantly leaving.
Meanwhile, Yang Yiru, still struggling with her thoughts, finally returned home. Her lively and adorable son opened the door, and...

Her husband, Tang Chengang, who was cooking, also came out to greet her, anxiously asking, "How did it go? How did the talk with Director Hu go?

Is there any hope?"
Yang Yiru tried to force a smile, but she couldn't. She didn't want to deceive her son and husband.

She squatted down, hugged her son, and sobbed, "Son, Director Hu said that with your abilities, it's difficult for you to be selected.

Why don't we give up? Dad and Mom will arrange for you to come to our school, so it will be easier for us to take care of you."
"No, no, I won't! I want to play football! Mom taught me never to give up halfway and

to persevere no matter what difficulties I encounter. Now, I haven't given up, but Mom is the one who doesn't want to try anymore. I won't do it!

I must get into the provincial team! They say my physique isn't good enough? Then starting tomorrow, I'll work even harder on my physical

training . Anyway, there's still at least a week until the selection, so I'll definitely make it." Her son stubbornly broke free

from Yang Yiru's embrace, ran into his room, and locked the door.
Seeing his son angrily return to his room, Tang Chengang pulled Yang Yiru up and whispered, "What's wrong? Did Director Hu

ask for too much? Although our family isn't wealthy, we can try to borrow some. What price did he ask for?"
Yang Yiru shook her head, said nothing, and silently returned to her room, throwing down her bag and collapsing onto

the bed.
Seeing Yang Yiru's expression, Tang Chengang assumed Director Hu was asking for too much money, which their family couldn't possibly afford

, and didn't say anything more. He sighed and went back to the kitchen to cook.
Tang Can was still angry and didn't want to eat dinner, but thankfully his father mentioned that if he didn't eat dinner, he wouldn't have the energy

for training , so Tang Can lowered his head and reluctantly ate a small bowl. Yang Yiru saw the tear stains on her son's face,

and her heart broke. Yes, her son was right. She had been the one who demanded that her son overcome the difficulties and persevere,

but now she was the one who suggested giving up first. She was truly useless.
After washing up, the couple went to bed early. Tang Chengang comforted Yang Yiru a few more times, then turned over

and went to sleep. Yang Yiru, however, couldn't sleep at all. She felt guilty, but what could she do

? She had no power or influence, so it seemed she had no choice but to ask for help. But because Yang Yiru was naturally peaceful and

unassuming, her social circle was small, and she couldn't find many influential people in her life.
In this desperate situation, it seemed she had no choice but to go to him. There was no time to lose; it was only eight

o'clock, not too late. Having made up her mind, Yang Yiru immediately got out of bed, changed into her usual

black business suit for class, and quietly left.

(III) Yang Yiru Seeks Help from the Principal; Secretary Fang
Discovers Incest The person Yang Yiru was looking for was Principal Gao Dewang of the school where she taught. Although he was only

the principal of a key high school, he was the most suitable person Yang Yiru could find. She thought that Principal

Gao often attended meetings convened by the Education Bureau in Jiangcheng, and should have some connections among the school leaders. Perhaps

she could find someone through these connections to get in touch with Hu Changjiang—no, she definitely could. Thinking

this , Yang Yiru quickened her pace and headed towards Principal Gao's house.
"Knock, knock, knock," Yang Yiru knocked on Principal Gao's door.
"Who is it? Coming, coming." An old woman opened the door. Although she wore heavy, nauseating

makeup, the wrinkles on her face betrayed that she was at least 50 years old.
"Excuse me, sorry to bother you. Hello, you must be Principal Gao's wife. My name is Yang Yiru, and I'm

a Chinese language teacher at the school. I've come to see Principal Gao about something today, but it won't take too long."
Gao Dewang, who had been engrossed in watching TV in the living room, immediately turned off

the TV He said, "It's alright, it's alright. I was free tonight anyway. Please come in and sit down,

please come in and sit down." Actually, Principal Gao had been captivated by Yang Yiru since she first joined the school. However, he

felt that Yang Yiru was pure and proud, and although he had some lustful thoughts, he could never muster the courage to do so

. So he could only feast his eyes on her.
The old woman felt a little uncomfortable seeing such a beautiful female teacher come to their house so late.

She awkwardly let Yang Yiru in, closed the door behind her, and

sat down on the sofa next to Gao Dewang.
Gao Dewang glanced at the old woman and said, "Weren't you going to visit your son?"
"Since your school teacher came to you for help, of course I should listen and offer my advice,"
the old woman replied, secretly thinking, "Dream on! I won't give you and that vixen any

chance .
" "Then I really have to thank Principal Gao and Mrs. Gao. Let me get straight to the point. As you know, my

son is studying at the city sports school, and the school is about to hold selections. If he's selected, he can join the provincial team.

However , at the last meeting, Director Hu Changjiang from the sports school said my son's chances are slim. I'd like to ask you for

help, could you…?" Yang Yiru, of course, wouldn't mention the unreasonable demands Hu Changjiang made.
"You mean Hu Changjiang, the basketball player from the city who was selected for the national team?" Principal Gao interrupted Yang Yiru

before she could finish.
"Yes, it's him."
"Old man, I remember you mentioned that Hu Changjiang was your elementary school classmate, right?" The old woman's

words gave Yang Yiru a huge surprise.
"Yes, we did go to elementary school together. Later, he went to a sports school, and I went to junior high school. We were separated

then and hadn't seen each other since. It wasn't until the recent alumni reunions that I learned I had such a capable

classmate," Principal Gao replied.
"That, that's wonderful! Principal Gao, you, you must help me with this!" Yang Yiru was so happy she

almost stammered.
"However, although we were classmates, we weren't very close. I can only do my best."
"Thank you, thank you so much!" Yang Yiru thought Principal Gao was just being modest, but she didn't know

it was true. Not only were Gao Dewang and Hu Changjiang not very close in elementary school, but at later alumni reunions,

he was also very reserved and didn't take the initiative to get closer to Hu Changjiang or build a relationship. Gao Dewang was just that kind

of person who wasn't good at socializing.
"Then I won't disturb Principal Gao and his wife's rest any longer. Goodbye. I'll leave you with trouble for this matter."
Yang Yiru said as she got up and left to take her leave.
Watching Yang Yiru's graceful figure recede into the distance, Gao Dewang's heart stirred again. Although the matter was somewhat tricky, if he could

succeed, it would definitely bring him closer to Yang Yiru, and perhaps even...
"That teacher is really inconsiderate. Who asks for help without even bringing a gift?" His wife's nagging pulled Gao

Dewang back from his reverie.
Gao Dewang rolled his eyes at her, thoughtfully went to bed to rest, and decided to carefully consider how to talk to

Hu Changjiang .
The next day was Sunday, and Gao Dewang got up early. Because of Yang Yiru's matter, he hadn't

slept well all night. Without brushing his teeth or washing his face, he first found the elementary school roster and called Hu Changjiang's house.
Unfortunately, Hu Changjiang's wife answered the phone, her voice trembling. It took Gao Dewang a while

to understand that Hu Changjiang wasn't home; he had gone to work. However, he didn't pay much attention.
Working on Sundays? Is the sports school really that busy? Gao Dewang thought to himself as he called the sports school again.
"Hello, please look for Hu Changjiang, Director Hu."
"This is me, who are you?"
"Old Hu, this is Gao Dewang, Gao, do you remember me? We went to elementary school together."
"Oh, Gao, I remember, I remember." Old Hu replied casually, while trying hard to recall

who this Gao Dewang was.
"Old Hu, to be honest, I really have something to trouble you with. Since you're at work, I'll come and

discuss it with you."
Old Hu was afraid of arguing with his wife at home and causing trouble, so he only came to work on Sunday. He was just

about to call Chen Qian to go out and have some fun, but he didn't expect to be bothered by this guy again, so he was naturally

not happy. He just casually replied, "Oh, then come on over."
About twenty minutes later, Gao rushed to Old Hu's office. Old Hu was even more annoyed to see him come empty-handed to

ask for a favor. He offered him a seat but didn't want to exchange pleasantries, saying, "Old Gao, what's the matter?

Just say it. I'm busy here."
Old Gao was indeed naturally slow on the uptake in diplomacy, completely oblivious to Old Hu's displeasure, and said naively, "I

'm here on someone's behalf to ask you for a favor. Our school's teacher, Yang Yiru..."
"Yang Yiru? Could it be that you're from their school..." Upon hearing this name, Old Hu perked up again.
"The principal."
"Oh, Principal Gao, my apologies." Old Hu immediately got up to make a cup of tea, saying, "Here,

have some water , and tell me slowly."
"Old Hu, you're a smart man, you should be able to guess why I'm here, no need to say more."
"Your school has such a beautiful teacher as Yang Yiru, how enviable." Old Hu seemed

not to have heard Old Gao's previous sentence, casually throwing out this remark. Actually, he was shrewd.

What man his age wouldn't be interested in a woman like Yang Yiru? So he wanted to test the principal.

If, after hearing this, Principal Gao didn't get up and berate him for being frivolous and shameless, and turn against him, it meant

Principal Gao was also interested in Yang Yiru. Then he could recruit him and together they could "eat" this "fresh meat."

Of course if Principal Gao insisted on being righteous and pretending to be a gentleman, Old Hu would have no choice but to be blunt.
But unexpectedly, Principal Gao's behavior went even further. His eyes were vacant, and his expression was strange; he was actually lost in thought

.
"This guy is hopeless," Old Hu thought to himself, chuckling smugly as he stood up, stood

behind , patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It seems Brother Gao is quite fond of Teacher Yang Yiru. If you're willing

to do me a favor, I, Hu, guarantee you'll get what you want."
This pat pulled Old Gao back to reality. Hearing Old Hu's words, he felt both excited and a little scared, and

hesitated to answer.
"Don't worry, Old Gao, there's nothing to worry about. Just follow my plan, and I guarantee that

little girl will obediently listen to us."
Old Gao looked at him, and after a long while, finally managed to squeeze out, "I'd like to hear the details."
Time passed quickly, and it was almost noon. Discussing things with that idiot Old Gao was exhausting; everything

had to be explained clearly for him to understand. Fortunately, they finally reached an agreement. Old Hu was also feeling a little smug, propping his feet up on

his desk, smugly savoring his perfect plan, when suddenly he heard a knock at the door: "Director Hu, is

Director Hu inside?" It was Secretary Fang's voice.
"Come in," Old Hu said, sitting up straight again.
"Director Hu, Director Liu from the provincial government just called and invited you to lunch at the 'Century Inn' hotel. They

said they want to discuss the selection of the provincial football team."
Old Hu was shocked, realizing he had almost missed important business. He quickly got up to find his briefcase to attend the banquet. However, he and Secretary Fang

searched the entire office but couldn't find it. Then Old Hu remembered that he had argued with his wife that morning and

left in a hurry, forgetting to take his briefcase. The documents for the provincial football team selection and other

materials were all in the bag.
Old Hu glanced at his watch and said, "Okay, I'll go to the banquet first. Here's my house key. Just open the door, go to my

study, grab the bag, and come over. Remember, don't get entangled with my wife and kids. Be quick on the way;

if Director Liu gets upset, we won't have a good time." Then he strode out, got into his car, and left.
Secretary Fang hailed a taxi and headed to Director Hu's house. Upon reaching the door, Secretary Fang initially considered

knocking out of politeness, but then remembered Director Hu's repeated mentions of his temperamental and eccentric wife, and fearing an argument

might disrupt things, he took out the key Director Hu had given him and opened the door, figuring he had Director Hu's "instructions" anyway. However

, what he saw left Secretary Fang speechless with shock.
On the sofa directly opposite the door lay a young woman and a young man, both naked, their clothes scattered beneath

the sofa . A strong, lewd smell filled the air, clearly indicating

they were resting after a long and intense sexual encounter.
The young woman, startled by the sound of the door opening, turned around and saw a middle-aged man she didn't recognize. She immediately pushed

the boy off her, grabbed a piece of clothing from the floor to cover herself,

and asked , "Who are you? How do you have a key to my house?"
Secretary Fang had already guessed that it was Director Hu's wife, Bai Fang, and son, Hu Ding. Thinking that if she showed weakness, they might

falsely accuse her, she decided to strike first. She shouted, "I am Director Hu's secretary, hereby..."

"I came to retrieve the briefcase on the director's orders, but instead I stumbled upon this incestuous affair. How can you and your son face Director Hu like
this?" The mother and son were truly intimidated by the imposing manner. Bai Fang took a long time to react. Forgetting about

her clothes, she ran over, grabbed Secretary Fang's trouser leg, and knelt down, pleading, "Please, you must keep this

a secret for us." Hu Ding also recovered and rushed over, grabbing the other trouser leg and kneeling down, crying.
Secretary Fang paid no attention to Hu Ding. His greedy gaze roamed freely over Bai Fang's body. Her beautiful

face, fair skin, full breasts, and the few

strands intensely stimulated every nerve in Secretary Fang's body, and his lower body immediately hardened.
However, he was a steady man after all; otherwise, he wouldn't have gained Director Hu's trust. He pretended to be calm and said,

"Director Hu has an important lunch meeting with provincial leaders. I need to get Director Hu's bag. I

won't mention this today. I need to understand the whole truth before making any plans."
Upon hearing this, the mother and son exclaimed their gratitude and helped find the briefcase, respectfully seeing Secretary Fang out.
At this moment, seeing that the two were still naked, Secretary Fang couldn't help but find it laughable.

(IV) Secretary Fang Forces Bai Fang, Master Chen Accidentally Gets Facial
The Century Yuan Hotel was the old place where Director Liu and Lao Hu met. The No. 301 "Yangtze River" private room had

almost become their private room. Director Liu and his beautiful secretary Ge Miao flirted with each other while exchanging vulgarities,

while waiting for Director Hu. Lao Hu entered the private room accompanied by a waitress and kept apologizing.

You know, Director Liu is not someone you can offend.
Director Liu released Secretary Ge's small hand, which he had been playing with, and reassured her, "It's alright, it's alright,

three cups of wine will do."
Although he had eaten, drunk, and played with Director Liu many times, he knew very well that Director Liu, nearing 60 and almost

retired, was still petty and easily angered. Therefore, he

always had to be extra careful when accompanying Director Liu.
"Why isn't Secretary Fang here?" Director Liu also greatly admired Fang's ability and methods,

believing he was worth cultivating.
"He went to get some things for me, he'll be right back, right back."
"Then let's eat first, look how hungry our beautiful and sexy Secretary Ge is." With that, he drank his

first cup and took his first bite.
About fifteen minutes after the meal, Secretary Fang arrived, sweating profusely, handed his bag to Director Hu,

and found a seat.
When Secretary Ge handed Fang Jian the wine, she subtly winked at him as she did so

, startling him so much that he thanked her and then buried his head in his food, not daring to look at her again. Although Secretary Ge

was young , beautiful, and alluring, she was also very shrewd and capable.

It would be a lie to say that Fang Jian had no ulterior motives towards her, but he knew he wasn't yet capable of handling her, so

it best to keep a distance.
"Director Liu, this is the list of those who have registered for the assessment. Those marked with red stars are our recommendations, and those with five

red stars are our top recommendations." Director Hu put down his chopsticks and began to discuss business.
"Oh, let me see." Director Liu knew perfectly well that those who received top recommendations were the ones who offered the most benefits.

"Hmm, there are quite a few outstanding talents recommended this time. Time is tight, so you need to get these matters settled quickly

." He nodded at Director Hu with satisfaction.
"Please rest assured, Director Liu, this selection task will definitely be completed successfully. Director Liu has been so kind to me, Hu,

and I will definitely come to thank you in person after the task is successfully completed. Well, it's Sunday again. Director Liu has worked

hard all week. If you have time this afternoon and evening, how about I treat you and Secretary Ge

to a good time to relax? What do you say, Director Liu?"
"Sure, then you go and make the arrangements. Xiao Fang, why don't you come along too?"
"I'm sorry, Director Liu, I have to go back to the school this afternoon to arrange the details of next week's formal assessment.

I can't accompany you. I'm really sorry." Secretary Fang said. Actually, all he could think about right now was Bai

Fang's body. He had no interest in doing anything else. He had the selection task to use as a shield.

Even if it was Director Liu's invitation, he could refuse without hesitation. He could also take advantage of Director Hu's pleasure to get Bai Fang.
"Oh, that's really hard work, Secretary Fang. I'll treat you to a good time

to , and reward you two great contributors, Director Hu and Secretary Fang." Director Liu's official tone remained unchanged.
After lunch, Secretary Fang watched the three get into the car before hurriedly hailing a taxi back to the school. If he wasn't mistaken,

Bai Fang should be coming to see him. Sure enough, when he entered the teaching building, Bai Fang was already pacing

anxiously . Bai Fang was dressed simply, a pure white dress exuding an air of elegance, which made

Secretary Fang anxious. Only then did Bai Fang get a good look at the tall, robust, yet handsome Secretary Fang,

who bore a resemblance to Old Hu in his youth.
Secretary Fang greeted Bai Fang and then called out, "Master Chen, please open the door to Director Hu's office.

This is Director Hu's wife; we have some things to discuss." Master Chen, the doorman, was over 50 years old. After being laid off,

he had used connections to get a job at the school, managing to open and close the door.
The two entered the office and locked the door. Bai Fang sat on the sofa first, and Secretary Fang poured her a glass of water and

sat down beside her.
"Secretary Fang, do you mind if I call you Xiao Fang?" Bai Fang said with a smile.
"Of course, of course, Mrs. Hu looks so young, yet she calls me 'Little Fang,' I guess I'm the one who got

the better deal ."
"Let's get back to the point. What are you planning to do about what you saw this morning, Little Fang?" Bai Fang

suddenly asked, her face darkening.
Secretary Fang, of course, wasn't afraid of her audacity, and seeing the blush that appeared on her fair face when she spoke,

she felt somewhat confident. She said, "This depends on how Mrs. Hu explains it. If

she can let me hear the reason, and is reasonable, I will naturally cover it up for you and your son. Otherwise, I

really will have to ask Director Hu to decide for me personally."
Bai Fang suddenly burst into tears. Fang Jian just watched, offering no words of comfort. After sobbing

for a few minutes , Bai Fang finally spoke: "Today, today, my unfilial son actually, actually did to me..."

"That's despicable. But he's still my son, and family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. I really don't want anyone

else know, Xiao Fang, you have to help me with this."
"Oh? Is that so? Then it really can only be handled by Director Hu. Whether it's handled internally

or . Besides, Director Hu is your wife's husband, so he's not

an outsider, is he?" Fang Jian knew she was acting, so he decided to play along. They would all act together.
Bai Fang thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a story. In desperation, she could only make something up, but

Fang Jian easily saw through her lie and blocked her escape route with just a few words. After a long silence, she finally made up her mind and

said, "Well, since we've all been through this, I'll tell you the truth. Ever since Lao Hu

was transferred to this school as director, his social engagements have gradually increased. He always comes home reeking of alcohol, like a dead man, and rarely

spends time with me. So every time, I have to take care of myself. But, one

night , my son saw it, and in a moment of impulse..." At this point, she broke down in tears again.
Secretary Fang knew she was telling the truth this time, and a pang of sympathy crossed his heart. He quickly handed her a

napkin . Bai Fang wiped her tears and said, "Thank you."
"But why did your relationship with Director Hu deteriorate later?" After a pause, Secretary Fang continued

to ask, his keen intuition telling him that there was definitely more to the story.
"Old Hu is getting older and addicted to smoking, drinking, and banquets. His performance at night isn't what it used to be.

But that time, that time my son gave me stimulation and pleasure, made me deeply experience the long-lost

feeling of orgasm again. So... sigh, I... I was so foolish! Xiao Fang, you must tell Old Hu!"
Secretary Fang's penis was already erect, and upon hearing this, his mind was filled only with Bai Fang's seemingly

provocative words, completely ignoring Bai Fang's feelings of self-reproach. He thought, "So you're looking for stimulation and pleasure

, huh? I can do that too." Suddenly, he stood up, grabbed Bai Fang, and shoved her against the desk.
Bai Fang was shocked and struggled fiercely, but her lamb-like strength was too weak, and Fang Jian easily pinned her to

the desk . Then Fang Jian forcibly spread Bai Fang's legs apart with his own. His large, strong hands

lifted Bai Fang's long skirt, tore her pure white panties, and pulled down his own pants.

His penis, seemingly swaggering, sprang out with a "smack" and hit Bai Fang's fair, plump buttocks.
"No! No!" Bai Fang struggled desperately. Fang
Jian didn't care about any of that. He spat and forcefully inserted his penis. Without

lubrication her vagina couldn't accept this enormous thing. Despite her best efforts, half of it remained outside. Bai Fang

screamed in pain, but she had no strength to resist. She could only continue to cry out, "No! No!"
Fang Jian ignored her completely and quickly rubbed his penis back and forth. Gradually, some vaginal fluid flowed out,

making it much smoother. Soon, Fang Jian was finally able to move in and out freely.
Fang Jian was more than ten years younger than Lao Hu, strong and healthy, and
much more experienced than Xiao Hu (Lao Hu's son). Each of his hundred or so thrusts was powerful and skillful.

Bai Fang, unsatisfied, gradually forgot the pain and began to enjoy it. "Do you like it?" Fang Jian teased her as he moved.
"I like it, I like it, I like it so much! Harder, harder!"
Fang Jian was also greatly stimulated, thrusting even more violently into Bai Fang's clitoris.
"Sister-in-law, is it exciting? Is it good?"
"Don't call me sister-in-law, call me Fang'er. I'll call you husband when you're doing it to me." Bai Fang had completely lost

her mind; only her lustful heart was beating.
"Okay, Fang'er. Want to play something even more exciting?" Saying this, he stroked Bai Fang's anus twice

before suddenly thrusting it in.
Bai Fang screamed again, but this time she didn't shout "No!" She just whispered, "You, you

be careful, that's your first time there."
Fang Jian spat on her anus again, and slowly, his fingers could move in and out freely, and Bai Fang

gradually got used to it.
"If you go slowly, it won't be stimulating. I'm going to go." With that, Fang Jian pulled his penis out of her vagina, aimed it at

her anus , and thrust it in hard. The length and girth of his penis were incomparable to his fingers. Although she had gotten used to

his fingers, Bai Fang screamed wildly again at the sudden impact.
The louder Bai Fang screamed, the more it seemed to stimulate Fang Jian's strength. He became more and more violent, more and more

rough, and closer and closer to orgasm with each thrust. After another forty or fifty thrusts, Fang Jian finally couldn't hold back anymore. He pressed

tightly against Bai Fang's buttocks and shot thick streams of semen into her anus.
At this moment, Bai Fang could only lie weakly on the desk, convulsing.
Fang Jian was indeed young and strong. After resting for a while, he got up and dressed. Looking at Bai Fang, who was still unable to move,

and thinking that she wouldn't be able to get up anytime soon, he said to her, "I'll go first. You rest here.

Don't worry, Director Hu won't be coming back here tonight. You can go back by yourself later."
Master Chen was a meticulous man. He noticed from the gatehouse that only Secretary Fang had come out of Director Hu's office,

which seemed strange. He knocked on the door, but no one answered, making him even more suspicious. He took out his key and opened

the door, only to be shocked. The director's wife was slumped over the table, her skirt lifted up. Although her upper body was

fully covered, her lower body was completely exposed.
Master Chen, having lost his wife long ago, hadn't been with a woman for many years. Seeing a woman with her lower body

completely , his heart was pounding in his chest.
But he was also very afraid, fearing that the director's wife was awake. He only dared to call softly at the door, "Mrs. Hu,

Mrs. Hu." Seeing no response, he quietly closed the door, tiptoed a few steps inside, came to

Bai Fang, touched her beautiful face, and quickly withdrew his hand.
After waiting a while, still seeing no movement from the director's wife, he grew bolder. He guessed that

Fang Jian had probably given her too much drug, and she was still unconscious, which benefited him. So, he quickly stripped

himself and the director's wife naked and placed her on the floor.
It seemed that Fang Jian had been too impatient earlier; he hadn't even had a chance to play with such a pair of plump breasts. What a pity.

Master Chen's hands would sometimes play with Bai Fang's breasts, and sometimes he would bury his head in them, sucking haphazardly.
Oh no, he hadn't been with a woman in a long time, and he was already about to ejaculate before even penetrating her. He didn't care anymore

, he spread her legs and immediately thrust his penis into Bai Fang's vagina, pumping rapidly. While Master Chen was enjoying

himself , he never expected that this thrusting would actually arouse Bai Fang, causing her to moan "Mmm, mmm" again
.
So, a penis is a good thing; it can both kill and bring back life. Bai Fang's senses

gradually returned. Although her eyes were closed, she still felt doubt. This thing was too small; it definitely wasn't Fang Jian's.

Could it be …? In that moment of shock, she opened her eyes and saw that the person on top of her was none other than

Master Chen, who had opened the door for her earlier. She couldn't help but scream "Ah!"
Master Chen, also enjoying his climax, was about to ejaculate when he suddenly heard this scream. He tried

to pull out his penis, but, without fail, all of his semen sprayed onto Bai Fang's face.
Seeing that he had been discovered, Mr. Chen knew he had made a grave mistake. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed, pleading,

"Madam Director, Madam Master, I truly didn't mean it. I'm so sorry! Please don't report me to the Director, and

please don't call the police. I'm all alone in my old age, relying solely on this meager salary to support myself." He cried even harder,

his tears and snot indistinguishable from his snot.
"Which 'unintentional' are you referring to? Did you have sex with me, or did you spray this stuff on my face?"
Bai Fang asked casually, playing with the semen she had wiped from his face.
This terrified Mr. Chen even more. He kowtowed even harder this time, louder and longer, until

the blood on his forehead was thickening. Only then did Bai Fang speak again: "Never mind, Mr. Chen. Seeing how lonely you are, I

'll pretend nothing happened." She calmly put on her clothes, wiped the semen from her face and genitals, tidied

her hair, and left.
Master Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief. The physical exhaustion from the ordeal, coupled with the intense mental tension,

caused him to collapse to the ground.

(V) Yang Yiru Falls into a Trap, Homosexual Encounters in a Cinema
Meanwhile, Gao Dewang finished discussing with Hu Changjiang at noon and left the sports school. Instead of going home, he

randomly found a restaurant on the street, ordered two small dishes, and immediately rushed back to his office at the school.
After resting for a while, he immediately dialed Yang Yiru's home phone, and Yang Yiru answered.
"Hello, Teacher Yang, this is Principal Gao. Regarding your son's matter, I went to see

Principal Hu of the sports school early this morning. Do you have time now? Come to my office for a bit, and I'll tell you about the situation."
Yang Yiru was somewhat surprised and grateful upon hearing this, not expecting Principal Gao to take her

request for help . She immediately replied, "Oh, I have time, I have time. Please wait for me, I'll be right there." After hanging up

the phone, she went to change her clothes.
Her husband, Tang Can, grumbled, "It's Sunday, why not just rest at home? Why

go out?"
"Teacher Zhang, the head of the academic affairs group, needs to talk to me. She wants to

finalize ," Yang Yiru lied, embarrassed to reveal her request for help from Principal Gao.
"Then you should set the questions for the Chinese exam this time. Try your best; it will greatly help you get the 'City

Outstanding ."
Seeing her husband getting more and more enthusiastic, Yang Yiru quickly gave a few perfunctory replies and left.
Upon arriving at the principal's office, Gao Dewang cut to the chase without further ado: "Teacher Yang, that

Hu Changjiang a real old fox. He's clearly 'bending the law for personal gain,' but he insists on pretending to be 'fair and impartial' in front of me.

No matter how much I plead with him, he won't give his old classmate any face."
"Ah? What should we do?" Yang Yiru, who had hoped for some good news,

was utterly disappointed and at a loss.
"Teacher Yang, calm down, don't rush. Although Hu Changjiang doesn't give me face,

he'll definitely agree to help if that person asks him on your behalf."
"Who? Who is it?" "
If Teacher Yang has time, how about we go see that person now?"
"Now?" Yang Yiru hesitated for a moment, but still agreed: "Okay, let's go now."
The two went out and hailed a taxi. In the car, Gao Dewang kept instructing Yang Yiru on some things, saying that

the person they were going to meet was slow-paced and stubborn, and they must not pressure her, but only talk to her calmly and patiently, etc. In the

time it took for Gao Dewang to finish his nagging, they arrived at a coffee shop called "Bailong". After entering,

they told they had an appointment with Miss Chen, and the waiter led them to table number 45.
At this moment, Miss Chen had already taken off her sunglasses, stood up, and shook hands with Gao Dewang: "Principal Gao, it's been a long time

! How are you?"
Gao Dewang was somewhat flustered, saying, "I'm fine, I'm fine. It's been so long, Miss Chen, you still

look as charming as ever." But he forgot to let go of her hand, his eyes scanning every part of Miss Chen's

body .
Although Gao Dewang had heard from Hu Changjiang that the person he was meeting with was Miss Chen, he never expected that

Miss Chen would be so beautiful and voluptuous, exuding the alluring charm of a mature woman. Even

compared to Yang Yiru, the two were equally matched, each with their own merits.
Although Miss Chen enjoyed watching men's infatuated expressions, she quickly withdrew

her hand and extended it to Yang Yiru, saying, "This must be Yang Yiru, Teacher Yang. My name is Chen Qian. It's a

pleasure to meet , "

Teacher Yang is so young and beautiful, with a slender figure. Why are you staring at this old woman's face?"
Yang Yiru snapped out of her daze, blushed, shook hands, exchanged a few pleasantries, and sat down.
The three ordered some drinks and only began to chat after the waiter brought them.
It was Chen Qian who broke the awkward silence first: "If I'm not mistaken, Teacher Yang teaches Chinese, right? I can tell, because Teacher Yang embodies the beauty of traditional Chinese women." With that, she lightly kicked Gao Dewang

under the table . 　　Gao Dewang finally came to his senses and picked up the conversation: "Of course, Teacher Yang is arguably the most elegant teacher in our school." He then turned to Yang Yiru and said, "Miss Chen is the younger sister of Director Hu's wife..."

" If you need anything later, you can ask her for help."
"Oh, no wonder Ms. Chen looked so familiar. When you mention Director Hu, I finally remembered. I saw Ms. Chen outside Director Hu's office after the last

parent-teacher meeting." Yang Yiru seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation.
This startled Chen Qian, but luckily she reacted quickly, saying, "Oh, that time? I originally wanted to

talk to my brother-in-law about something after the parent-teacher meeting, but I didn't expect all the parents to come looking for him too, and there was even a queue. I

was afraid of gossip, so I had to pretend
to be a parent and mingle in the queue." "Then Miss Chen, you have to do me a favor," Yang Yiru finally couldn't help but get to the point, "My son,

Tang Ding, is in the football department of the sports school. Next week, or even tomorrow, the provincial team selection test will begin.

I hope Miss Chen can put in a good word for me with Director Hu and help my son."
"Oh, I see," Chen Qian replied dismissively, and then surprisingly suggested, "It's

so boring here, why don't we go see a movie?"
This made Yang Yiru anxious. Just as she was about to speak, Principal Gao gave her a look, and she remembered Principal Gao

's instructions in the car, so she could only agree listlessly.
"You guys go ahead, I still have some things to take care of at school. Have fun." Principal Gao decided to leave first.
Yang Yiru assumed Principal Gao was genuinely busy and had no choice but to deal with Miss Chen alone. Little did she know,

Principal Gao desperately wanted to spend time with the two beauties, but everything had to proceed according to plan.
"What movie do you want to see?" Chen Qian asked first upon arriving at the cinema.
"Anything is fine, I'm just accompanying Miss Chen anyway." Yang Yiru hadn't been to the movies in a long time and

had no idea what movies were good.
"Then forget it, let's go." Chen Qian feigned displeasure and turned to leave, saying,

"I never like to force people."
Yang Yiru immediately grabbed her, forcing a smile, and said, "Don't go, Miss Chen. I

genuinely want to watch a movie with you. But I really don't know which ones are good." Inwardly, she was

groaning . This Miss Chen, seemingly mature and composed, actually had such a childish personality; coaxing her to help

was truly a torment.
"Really, if you cry while watching a comedy later, I'm really leaving." She gave another charming smile,

then continued, "Don't call me Miss Chen anymore. Since I'm a few years older than you, just call me Sister Chen."
"Haha, okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say, Sister Chen." Yang Yiru then realized that Miss Chen also had her

endearing qualities ; being with her eased her tense nerves.
"Let's watch 'Brokeback Valley' then, it's by a Chinese-American director, and it even won an Oscar."
Yang Yiru didn't pay much attention, just casually nodding in agreement.
When the time came, the two entered the theater. The lights went out, and the movie finally began.
Yang Yiru thought Chen Qian would really let her watch a comedy, so she could

relax during the movie. However, the more she watched, the more uneasy she felt. The film depicted the

budding , which finally erupted after marriage, leading them to indulge in same-sex pleasures behind their husbands' backs. Moreover, the film contained numerous sexual

scenes, exposing every part of the body that was legally permissible to be exposed. This caused the conservative

Yang Yiru to blush deeply; if the lights hadn't been turned off, she would have been mortified.
Just as the scene depicted two women engaging in intercourse in a mountain tent, Yang Yiru finally couldn't hold back any longer. She closed

her eyes, wanting the film to end quickly, but the waves of desire in her mind were uncontrollable. The

passionate scenes from the film repeated themselves over and over, reliving the experience.
Suddenly, Yang Yiru felt a fragrant kiss on her right cheek, and a small hand lifted her skirt,

caressing her thigh. Her first thought was that there was a pervert, but then she realized something was wrong.

The lips, the hand, the scent—it was clearly a woman's, and the person sitting to her right was Sister Chen. This terrified

Yang Yiru even more; if it were true, it would be worse than encountering a pervert.
Those fragrant lips kissed Yang Yiru's earlobe, then gently blew a few breaths, whispering, "Yiru,

Sister Chen can't take it anymore." Her hand then caressed Yang Yiru's inner thigh. It really was Sister Chen!

Startled, Yang Yiru quickly opened her eyes, intending to wake Sister Chen and push her away, but she couldn't open her mouth; her body

went . Chen Qian's lips had already sealed Yang Yiru's upper opening, while a finger had

slipped inside the wet opening, sealing the lower one.
Influenced by the scenes and images in the movie, Yang Yiru had already been unable to suppress her instinctive desires and was somewhat

aroused ; now, she was completely powerless to resist. Chen Qian slowly thrust her finger in

and out of that crevice, and Yang Yiru kept moaning, "Mmm, mmm, ah..."
Seeing that the situation was under control, Chen Qian withdrew her finger and began to unbutton Yang Yiru's white blouse

. Yang Yiru stopped her with her hand and whispered, "Don't let anyone see."
"The lights are off here, and there are no people in the seats next to us. Nobody can see. Otherwise, your long,

beautiful legs have been a feast for the eyes long ago." Chen Qian pushed Yang Yiru's hand away, unbuttoned the last button,

opened her shirt, and then used her hands to caress Yang Yiru's breasts through her bra. She then pushed the bra up,

completely exposing her breasts. The small, pink nipples became the target of her attack. Chen Qian sometimes

licked and bit them, and sometimes rubbed and pinched them with her hands, making the little ones immediately hard.
After playing with them for a while, Chen Qian slowly slid down from the seat, squatted down, and turned around

to face covered by her underwear. Skillfully pulling the underwear down to Yang Yiru's knees,

Chen Qian put her mouth to Yang Yiru's vaginal opening. A strange smell wafted up. The smell was not sweet, but it

was not unpleasant either. Slowly, Chen Qian extended her tongue and licked Yang Yiru's genitals.
This was the first time Chen Qian had ever licked a woman's genitals. When Hu Changjiang called her at noon, asking for her help,

she was initially unwilling, thinking, "Although I, Chen Qian, am a slut, I only slept with you, Old Hu, last night. If

you want to play with women today, you ask me for help? Of course, I won't agree." But later, as Old Hu explained the plan to her,

she became more and more excited, because the plan contained too many thrills that Chen Qian had never experienced before, and

this same-sex sex—was one of them.
Chen Qian was a lustful woman; although the foreplay had brought Yang Yiru to orgasm several times, it was only a warm-up for her.
Now, for her, this was just the beginning. Her licking grew faster and more vigorous,

the copious saliva and vaginal fluid mixing together to create soft "tsk tsk" sounds. Gradually, she realized her lower body

was also soaking wet, and she felt aroused.
Chen Qian looked up, glanced around, and sighed inwardly. Finding a reasonably spacious place

to "do it" here was indeed difficult. She had no choice but to use both her hands and tongue, playing with Yang Yiru's genitals for a while before reluctantly

returning to her seat, wondering how to satisfy this wet vagina. Would she have to rely on herself again? Right,

since she had satisfied her, she should serve her in return. So, she grabbed Yang Yiru's right hand and placed it

on her own breasts.
Yang Yiru had already been brought to orgasm several times by Chen Qian's skillful techniques and was resting, but now, her hand

was touching another woman's breasts for the first time, and the tactile stimulation instantly revived her. At first,

Chen Qian's hand had guided her to caress those full mounds, but now she was actively kneading them herself.
"Kiss me, Yiru," Chen Qian pleaded softly.
Yang Yiru was completely out of control at this point, instinctively pressing her thin lips to Chen Qian

's. Guided by Chen Qian, their tongues intertwined rhythmically, sometimes together, sometimes apart, pausing and starting,

seemingly trying to completely envelop each other, yet lacking the strength.
"Come, kiss my lower region," Chen Qian added after their tongues had parted.
Yang Yiru slowly lowered her head, but as she approached Chen Qian's pubic area, a strange odor wafted into her

nose , forcing her to hesitate. She had never even given that kind of "service" to her husband, and now

to a woman she had just met was indeed difficult for Yang Yiru to accept. But Chen Qian couldn't bear it,

forcefully pressing Yang Yiru's head down, making her face press against her genitals.
The smell of vaginal fluid was strong, and at first Yang Yiru felt uncomfortable, not opening her mouth to lick. After a while, she got

a little used to it, and finally extended her tongue, rubbing it against the entrance of her vagina. Her technique was very clumsy,

which made Chen Qian very anxious.
"Put your hand in too, and lick with your tongue while you move," Chen Qian instructed, disregarding her own enjoyment

.
Sexual techniques are really easy to learn. After a few minutes of practice, Yang Yiru was already imitating quite well

.
After a while, she even bit Chen Qian's labia with her lips, pulling the slightly dark but still

tender labia open, then releasing them, and the labia snapped back with a "snap." This repeated, bringing

Chen Qian to multiple orgasms. It seemed that she had already learned to innovate.
After both of them were satisfied, they carefully put on their clothes. By this time, the movie was nearing its end. A

few minutes later, the lights in the theater came back on, and the audience got up, stretched, composed themselves, and

left one after another, chatting and laughing. Chen Qian and Yang Yiru's faces looked particularly rosy and

beautiful . The intense lovemaking left both of them feeling weak in the legs, and they swayed as they stood up from their seats.
"Look," Chen Qian said, pointing to the wet stains on the floor, "there are so many! It seems like you have

more on your side than on mine."
Yang Yiru, now back to her innocent young woman self, ignored Chen Qian and walked out first, though

a blush had returned to her face.
Watching Yang Yiru's graceful back, Chen Qian recalled something Hu Changjiang had said to her on the phone at noon:

"Every mature woman has uncontrollable desires, but Yang Yiru's gates of desire are

impenetrable , but a mere sheet of paper for women."
[The End
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