Widowed for fifteen years

My name is Qin Susu, I'm thirty-five years old, from Sichuan Province, and I currently work as a biology teacher and homeroom teacher at Jinshi No. 12 Middle School. It's rare for a teacher of a minor subject to be a homeroom teacher in a top-tier middle school, but unfortunately, my precious son, Guo Xiaoyu, is in my class. So, as a mother responsible for her child's studies, I took on this responsibility without hesitation.

"Xiaoyu, are you hungry? Mom will make you some chopped chili fish head, okay?" I asked, looking expectantly at my son sitting at his desk.

"No, I'm not hungry," he replied, turning his head slightly to the side, his gaze stiffly avoiding mine.

I knew it would be like this. Feeling incredibly down, I slowly stood up and walked towards the door. This scene had repeated countless times over the past week. As the child I raised, I understand what he's thinking, but I'm powerless to help. I'm afraid this will continue in the future. Is this the inevitable fate of a single woman?

My husband and I met and fell in love at Beijing Normal University. We spent four wonderful years together, and in our graduation year, we married with the blessings of our parents, relatives, and friends. This beautiful and sweet time lasted until the moment before my husband's accident.

It was my second year pregnant with Xiaoyu. My husband was on a temporary safety inspection of a state-owned drilling platform in international waters when a major accident occurred. The official video released later showed the entire drilling platform exploding, burning, and leaving a scene of utter devastation.

Faced with that horrific scene, my husband, an engineer, resolutely returned to the already evacuated platform to direct the workers in the rescue efforts, in order to prevent a secondary explosion and subsequent catastrophic consequences.

He never returned. While I was happily planning my baby's one-month celebration, I received the news and collapsed, completely exhausted. That day was less than a month before Xiaoyu's birth.

I decided to give birth to this child. This was the first decision I made after waking up. Lying in my hospital bed, looking at the photo on my phone of my husband and me nestled under a peach tree, I vowed to raise my child healthy and safe. The baby in my womb was not only the fruit of my husband and my love, but also the pillar of my spirit to live on in the future.

The years that followed gradually returned to normal. Because my husband was a government employee and had directed the rescue efforts during the disaster, preventing further accidents, the government gave me substantial financial compensation and even transferred me to the No. 12 Middle School in the city. In addition, both our families were well-off, so I had no other worries and could focus on raising my child.

One year old, five years old, fifteen years old—from a babbling baby in my arms to a child taller than me today, I can't help but marvel at the passage of time. My precious baby, to whom I poured so much effort, has grown up, and in the blink of an eye, I've gone from twenty to thirty-five.

Time, that merciless sculptor, hasn't left many marks on my face. Comparing photos of me at twenty and today, the only change is that my bun hairstyle has been replaced by a long ponytail.

Born in the Year of the Dog, I'm not very tall, only 1.65 meters. Standing next to my 1.78-meter-tall son, we don't look like mother and son, but rather a couple—and more than one person has said that.

I don't disagree, but over time, I can't help but have some thoughts. Xiaoyu, on the other hand, seems to enjoy it, as if he wants everyone to know. Whenever he introduces me to strangers in public, he always has a sweet smile, as if I'm his childhood sweetheart or something like that.

It was from then on that I started to have a thought: perhaps I should find a father for Xiaoyu. Since Xiaoyu was born, my husband's parents and my own parents have all suggested that I remarry. They say I can't let the child grow up without a father, and it's difficult for a single woman to raise a child alone. People have introduced me to many suitable candidates, quite a few young talents from all walks of life, but for the sake of my child's future, I ultimately can't bring myself to make a decision.

More than ten years passed, and Xiaoyu grew up. The idea of remarriage was brought up again, and this time I was moved.

Yuan Gangyu, my senior from university, had always been silently pursuing me. If I had met my husband back then, I probably would have chosen him.

I met him at a friend's party. It was a weekend family gathering organized by my close friend Yu Rou. Most of the attendees were business elites, political figures, and ladies I knew from casual social gatherings.

"Mom, you can't get lost!" Xiaoyu said, winking at me before we left.

"Okay, Mom will listen to my precious Xiaoyu," I said, squeezing his hand and smiling. This silly child.

Male companions were allowed at the party, and as soon as Xiaoyu heard that, he immediately dropped his homework and started putting on the men's suit I had chosen for him. I didn't quite approve of it. Although I was his teacher and homeroom teacher, I knew that spoiling a child would be a loss. But when I saw him standing there, all dressed up and looking at me expectantly, my heart softened.

However, when I arrived at the banquet with Xiaoyu, I started to have second thoughts. Amidst the bright lights and clinking glasses, I felt a series of strange glances directed at me, making me quite uncomfortable.

Before leaving, I deliberately wore a lighter color, but Xiaoyu kept suggesting I wear a dress I rarely wear. It was a short-sleeved, puffy dress with a Korean-style sweet and ladylike feel, which was indeed very flattering. The few openwork butterfly embellishments complemented it perfectly, highlighting my S-curve figure.

My bust isn't large; by today's standards, it's what's called a teardrop shape. Xiaoyu always teases me about having "perfect breasts," and I don't know what that little rascal is thinking about all day. She even tells me that teardrop-shaped breasts have a concave upper half and a full lower half, with a strong droop, giving the whole chest an upward-pointing look—a universally recognized perfect breast shape that often makes men eager and irresistible.

I didn't think so before, but now I think I agree with that view. Several men whispered amongst themselves upon seeing me, then a middle-aged man, clearly surrounded by a group, walked straight towards me.

"Miss Qin, long time no see," the man's voice preceded his arrival.

"Long time no see, Mr. Ning," I replied, my body stiffening slightly, struggling to maintain my composure. I recognized him; he was supposedly one of the most influential figures in Jin City, with a very mysterious background. I was actually quite curious about how I always saw him at my best friend Yu Rou's banquets. How could such a mysterious and busy person appear as just a casual friend, as Yu Rou claimed?

"Mom, it's okay, I'm here!" Just as I was feeling flustered, Xiao Yu hugged me tightly from behind. "Don't forget, Xiao Yu is an adult too."

"Uncle, your friends are waiting for you, so we won't disturb you any longer," Xiao Yu's impolite tone instantly snapped me back to reality.

“Xiaoyu, how can you be so rude? Quickly apologize to Mr. Ning!” I was afraid of angering this important figure, so I secretly glanced at Mr. Ning like a little animal. Seeing that he didn't react, I quickly winked at Xiaoyu. This child is usually so well-behaved, why is she so angry today?

“It's alright, he's just a child. In Miss Qin's eyes, I, Ning, am just such a petty person.”

“No, no.”

I shook my head like a rattle-drum, my face flushed. I inadvertently caught Mr. Ning's mischievous look and lowered my head in embarrassment, completely unaware of Xiaoyu's sullen expression beside me. Only the strange thing in her hand made me glance at it slightly. Perhaps there was another reason, I thought to myself.

“Let the child play by himself. There are quite a few cute young ladies here. Miss Qin, how about having a drink with me?” After saying that, I gestured to the bartender inside, “One Flamingsex.”

“You…”

I was afraid Xiaoyu might say something stupid in anger, so I ignored what Mr. Ning said, gently patted Xiaoyu's head, smiled, and said, "Xiaoyu, be good. Even if you don't give others face, you have to give your Aunt Yu Rou face, right? Mommy's fine, I'll be right back. Be good, you can wander around. I heard there are quite a few pretty girls there. Don't let them steal my Xiaoyu's soul."

Xiaoyu's eyes narrowed, as if he wanted to say something, but I quickly put my index finger to his lips, giving him a signal that I was angry because he was disobedient, and walked towards Mr. Ning, who was already smiling and waiting to the side.

"Children are easy to coax. Is he... you?" Mr. Ning asked calmly.

"My child, Xiaoyu."

"I thought it was a younger brother. Miss Qin doesn't look like someone who has a child." Mr. Ning smiled gently as he looked at me, his eyes clear and unwavering. It was an admiring and praising gaze, completely different from the greedy and aggressive gazes of other men. I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of goodwill towards this stranger.

"Thank you for your praise, but I'm not as good as you say."

"You!" Mr. Ning said, tapping my nose with his finger.

This gesture felt like a lifetime ago; more than ten years ago, a man also tapped my nose like that, the same posture, the same expression—everything was so familiar. "Yunfeng, you're back! Susu missed you so much, so much!"

"Miss Qin?" "Is Miss Qin alright?" A series of soft calls gradually cleared my vision, and then blurred again. Familiar music began to play softly in my ears again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ning, I remembered some things from the past. I'm sorry to have made you laugh." My emotions were still unstable, and I choked up involuntarily. Before I knew it, Mr. Ning had pulled me into his arms.

His masculine scent made me slightly disoriented. Who was this Mr. Ning? Could it be that my husband had been resurrected? Having read many supernatural tales, I couldn't help but laugh at my own thoughts. The faint cologne smelled very nice and warm. The man's fingers gently brushed across my eyelids, carrying away the tears from the corners of my eyes. His movements were so tender, as if he were handling a piece of exquisite jade, afraid of startling me.

"Hmph, so my Susu has found someone new. Poor thing,

she's so devoted, while someone's secretly meeting their lover." Approaching gracefully was none other than my best friend, Song Yurou. Her long, fitted, bright red evening gown burst forth with a breathtaking red, her high breasts and tightly clenched abdomen creating exquisite curves. Her fiery personality, just like hers, was something I feared.

"No, no, no, sister, my dear sister, it's not what you think!"

I stammered, trying to explain, but the blush that had just faded returned, my neck and face instantly turning bright red. I know my body well; every time this happens, my whole body flushes an unnatural red. Normally, I can go to the bathroom and cool down with water, but this time…

"Oh, not what I thought? Then what was it?"

My best friend's mischievous nature didn't match her pretty appearance. Flustered, I couldn't help but look at Mr. Ning, who was still smiling, hoping he would say something for me. Unfortunately, Mr. Ning, equally mischievous, remained silent. Frustrated, my girlish side exploded, and I glared at him fiercely. This man, ugh, is pretty wicked. Only

after glaring did I realize I'd overreacted. Mr. Ning's long eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of danger emanating from him. I had no idea how alluring that glance had been. Xiaoyu loves reading Eileen Chang's books, and she always rambles on: "I am the white moonlight before the window, elegant, pure, and fragrant." Perhaps I've become Mr. Ning's white rose too.

My best friend, just like when she arrived, gracefully departed again, leaving behind a few strange words of encouragement and encouragement that left me both amused and exasperated.

Mr. Ning, now calm and collected, accepted the wine from the sommelier, pointed to the sofa not far away, and whispered in my ear, "It's fate that we met. For the sake of our connection, Miss Qin, let's sit down. Hmm, let's chat? Please, no need to be so formal."

I nodded, leaning back gently on the sofa, and hesitated before taking the wine glass. Normally, I only drink a little fruit wine; red wine is off-limits. If the white rose represents me normally, then after drinking, I become another red rose from Eileen Chang's writing—fragrant, spicy, and alluring, like the fiery red lips I held in my hands, vibrant, dreamlike, enchanting, and intensely beautiful.

Looking up at Xiaoyu, who kept glancing this way, and then at Mr. Ning's enigmatic smile, I don't know where the courage came from, but I picked up the glass and downed it in one gulp. But things often don't go as planned.

"Junior Sister Susu, long time no see!" The familiar voice filled me with immense joy.

"Senior Brother Yuan, how could it be you?" I suddenly stood up, involuntarily exclaiming. Unlike Mr. Ning's resolute and handsome appearance, Senior Yuan exuded a vibrant youthful energy, always lifting your spirits when he was around.

"Aren't you going to do something?"

"Yes!" I nodded emphatically, joyfully throwing myself into his arms.

Since my husband's accident, Senior Yuan had appeared as a friend, until I finally emerged from the shadow of his sudden loss. After that, I completely lost touch with him. I asked friends for news of him; some said he went to the southern coast, others said he went to America. I hadn't even had a chance to thank this senior who had come so quietly. I never expected him to reappear like this after so many years of silence.

"Welcome back, my senior," I said, raising my newly filled glass. The initial aroma followed by a sudden fiery sensation in my throat warmed my heart, which had been calm for so many years.

"Drink less, okay?"

A few glasses of wine had indeed made me a little tipsy. My senior subtly took my hand and removed the glass, his gentle reproach warming my heart. His fingertips brushed against my nose, making it tickle.

"Still treating me like a child?" I wrinkled my nose in annoyance.

"In my eyes, Susu is a child who will never grow up," Yuan laughed, ruffling my hair.

I didn't know how to respond. After so many years apart, I didn't even know what had happened to him. I didn't dare to be presumptuous, so the atmosphere in this corner became awkward. Looking up, I almost buried my head in the ground. Mr. Ning, still calm and collected, seemed slightly different from before. Then, noticing the silver fork being bent and twisted in his hand, a chill ran down my spine. Oh no! I had been so focused on catching up with my senior that I had neglected this great man beside me.

"Mr. Ning, why don't you go ahead with your work?" A sudden

, awkward

silence followed by a soft laugh beside me made my face flush crimson. My intention was to apologize for keeping Mr. Ning waiting so long, but the words had taken a different turn.

"Mr. Ning is magnanimous and certainly won't hold it against you, junior sister, hahaha, don't you think?" There was a hint of gritted teeth in his voice at the end.

"Miss Qin, I won't bother you any longer. Let's have a good drink another day." With that, the dignified man stood up and left expressionlessly.

But that meaningful glance he gave me as he left sent chills down my spine. In the dim light, his unfathomable pupils were like a bottomless abyss, ready to devour me, and I felt like a silver fork broken in two, spinning alone on the coffee table.

A jolt ran through me before I realized that the senior who had been looking down at me was giving me a strange look, and without realizing it, I was leaning against him, like a couple.

I wanted to stand up, but the aftereffects of the mellow red wine made my limbs weak. My slender, fair legs dangled gently on the man's straight trousers, and my long hair was tightly intertwined with the man's long, slender hands. How could a man's embrace be so warm?

In my hazy state, I didn't struggle. I listened quietly to the man's slow narration. He said so much had happened in the past ten years, yet I was still waiting for him. "Let me be your embrace, okay?" I involuntarily agreed, and then all consciousness vanished. When I woke up again, it was already broad daylight. Still sleepy, I felt languid. I rarely drank, but this time I indulged myself completely. I rubbed my shoulders and sat up, surprised by the unfamiliar surroundings. I looked around and checked myself; apart from my outer clothes being removed, there were no other marks.

I felt a strange sense of relief. After so many years as a single mother, I was still very careful, especially with the numerous dinners I often had as a teacher. Women, lacking male protection, always need to be a little cautious.

But everything relaxed the moment I pushed open the bedroom door. Standing outside, wearing an apron and carrying porridge, was none other than my senior, Yuan Gangyu.

"Good morning, senior," I stammered, standing at the door.

"Hello, Susu!" The senior student smiled and placed the porridge on the table, walking straight over. "How are you feeling, Susu?"

"I'm full of energy, but my head hurts a little." My heart was pounding and I was at a loss when the senior student rubbed my head vigorously. "Silly girl."

The learning atmosphere at Beijing Normal University is very strong. Whether it's the freshmen and sophomores who have just entered university life, or the juniors and seniors who have begun to get involved in the job market, everyone is very busy, and I am one of them.

As a sculpture major, I spent most of my time indoors, often missing mealtimes because I lost track of time. At those times, a young man in a plaid shirt would always sit beside me with a food box, his large hands and delicate, long fingers running through my long hair, gently stroking my head and saying, "Silly girl."

If it weren't for my husband's later whirlwind pursuit, I really would have married him. He carried me to the hospital on a rainy night when I had a high fever, and meticulously cared for me for half a month after I cut my leg with a carving knife. You should know that during that time, he gave up a university-offered exchange student opportunity, thus losing his chance to stay on campus—something I only learned later.

Recalling those moments, and looking at the man with rolled-up sleeves and an apron before me, I seemed to see again the man who brought me food at the door. His hair swayed in the wind, blurring my vision, but unable to conceal his exceptionally bright eyes.

I ate breakfast absentmindedly, especially since my husband kept staring at me. As a woman, I knew what that meant. Could this single man really be pursuing me? I thought to myself.

"Have you been single all these years, girl?" the senior asked tentatively.

"Yes, I've been raising my child ever since the accident." I never shied away from this; the child is probably my only support now.

"I," the senior hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

He wiped the milky foam from my lips with his fingers, and my face instantly turned red. I looked up at him, feigning a girlish clenching of my fist, and glared at him fiercely.

Completely unaware of how alluring I was, I was dressed only in a black lace bra, looking like a small, seemingly fierce beast. My long, flawless swan neck was flushed with shyness, exuding an indescribable charm.

My C-cup breasts were prominently displayed by the bra, and my hips, slightly raised off the chair behind me, traced a seductive curve from my shoulders.

"Senior," I protested softly.

"Call me Gangyu," his tone left no room for argument.

"Gang, Gangyu,"

I murmured, still a little dazed even as I got into the car. Everything that had happened from yesterday to this morning was overwhelming: the enigmatic Mr. Ning, the sudden appearance of my long-lost senior.

My heart, which had been detached from worldly desires for so many years, was finally stirred. Sitting in the passenger seat, I stole a glance at this man who had once been so devoted to me, who had strived to accompany me through those unforgettable years. Time hadn't diminished his charm; he still exuded that intoxicating allure. "

Qin Susu, what's wrong? You're a middle-aged woman with a 15-year-old child now." I tried to tell my 35-year-old self that I was no longer the person I once was, that the past was gone forever.

The moment the Porsche drove out of the underground parking garage, an indescribable bitterness welled up inside me, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. The elegant little dress I wore yesterday had been taken away by my senior because I was drunk; the youthful chiffon dress I was wearing now was a gift from him.

The chiffon fabric, with its flowing, smooth, and sheer qualities, soft, lightweight, and elastic, combined with the batwing sleeves of the dress that exposed large expanses of my delicate skin, added a touch of carefree charm and romance.

My crying instantly transformed the already awkward atmosphere in the car into a subtly ambiguous, sensual ambiguity. I didn't want to cry, and I couldn't cry.

I didn't cry when the death notice was handed to me. All the happy plans I had filled my wish list with had vanished. That didn't matter, but I couldn't lose my dignity in front of others. I couldn't let my parents, who had already lost a loved one, fall into grief, especially not the child in my womb.

In those countless quiet nights, I cried alone, choking back sobs as I imagined that familiar face from my memory—Ah Feng, you heartless bastard.

For over a decade, I've never shed a tear in public. A strong mother in my child's eyes, a dutiful daughter-in-law in my mother-in-law's, a cool and aloof teacher in my students' eyes—I told myself

, "Qin Susu, you are fearless, you are invincible." But at this moment, I broke down. At the elevator, my senior said to me, "Susu, I've waited for you for fifteen years. Now let me take care of you, okay?"

I wanted to say, "Okay." But how could I say it?

Senior, I...

I tried my best to hold back my tears. My beautiful face convulsed, tears welled in my eyes, but stubbornly refused to fall.

My hands clenched into fists, gripping the seatbelt tightly. The veins on my pale hands were barely visible. I dared not let go; I was afraid I would cry.

But after all, I am still a woman.

Just as I finally broke down in tears, the Cayenne's excellent braking performance brought the car to a stop without a trace. A pair of large hands unbuckled my seatbelt and then pulled me into a tight embrace.

So warm, so comfortable.

This was different from Mr. Ning's aggressive embrace; my senior's embrace was warm and comforting, carrying the scent of vanilla from Provence. The fragrance of lavender seeped into my heart, and my defenses completely crumbled. I

didn't want to think about anything, or do anything; I just wanted to cry my heart out, to let out all the storms I'd weathered over the past ten years.

When I slowly woke up, I found myself lying on the back seat of the car, reclined. Looking up, I saw my senior smiling at me.

"I..."

"Little girl. You were too tired; you cried yourself to sleep," he comforted me, half-embracing me.

"Susu, give me a chance to take care of you, okay?"

"Okay."

The tenderness in his eyes melted away all my defenses. A deep kiss made me completely lose myself. Our hands were tightly clasped together. Let me indulge myself just this once.

Because I was lying down, my skirt was lifted up during our kiss. After so many years, I had long forgotten what kissing was, what a real woman was.

"Is Susu being naughty?"

The senior saw me biting my pink lips tightly, my neatly styled bun falling loose and draped over the back seat, and my two little hands grabbing the sides of the striped white men's shirt the moment the senior kissed me.

"Susu, I've been waiting for you so long, and now you're still not focused? Hmm?" My senior's words were more stimulating than any sweet talk. My slender, smooth legs curled up against my thighs, and my body trembled involuntarily with passion.

"Leave it to me, okay?" My senior whispered in my ear, his lips enveloping my earlobe as if caressing a flower petal.

"I, I, Gang, Gangyu, senior, ah, um..." My eyes were closed, my mind a jumble of thoughts, my whole body trembling. A tingling, electric shock-like sensation in my ears made me involuntarily let out a soft cry.

"Ah, um, no, mmm..."

Before I could react, a large tongue plunged into my mouth, like a dragon playing in water. My little tongue couldn't escape the sudden attack of this monster. I tried to

dodge, but there was nowhere left to go; my tongue was swallowed by that broad, warm tongue.

When my husband and I were dating, we rarely had any passion, let alone French kissing. He was always hesitant and timid. Even during our few sexual encounters, it was always stiff and formal, with missionary position being used only a handful of times. He wasn't particularly enthusiastic about sex. His passion for marine life captivated me, and now a new door has opened for me.

Sex and love—love must precede sex for both parties to truly connect. I never imagined the pleasure I felt would so deeply resonate with my soul.

My senior's warm hand brushed across my waist and back, the intense heat almost making me cry out. I dared not open my eyes, passively surrendering myself to him. His sucking dried up all the saliva in my mouth, and for a moment I felt like I was going to die.

The sudden breathlessness made me feel ecstatic, and when I came back to my senses, his powerful masculine presence surged forth, the sweet scent of flowers and grass intoxicating me. So this is what kissing is like.

A woman's most beautiful moment is when she puts on her wedding dress; similarly, her most radiant moment is when she's passionately in love.

Lying in the back of the car, I had no idea what I looked like. My rosy skin, like tempting forbidden fruit, deeply enticed the man.

And I, with my eyes brimming like a clear spring, my cute little nose bobbing with my rapid breathing.

Disheveled, I had no time to care about my exposed skin; my smooth, moist, jade-like skin trembled slightly under the man's rough fingers. Zhen Yi was charming yet dignified and elegant, exuding an indescribable allure and countless charms.

In my intoxication, I felt as if I had fallen into a fairyland, sometimes soaring through mountains and flowing water, sometimes riding the clouds. But when I emerged from the throes of passion, I was utterly humiliated, or rather, utterly ashamed and indignant.

My legs were wet. I... I was actually wet! The hot,

wet feeling between my buttocks was very uncomfortable. I squeezed my legs together tightly, afraid that the fluids flowing from my secret place would completely spill out if I got up.

But things often don't go according to plan. My unusual behavior caught the attention of my unsuspecting senior, who assumed I was tired. So he picked me up and straddled me.

And so, everything unfolded naturally, without needing to be said.

"Ah, um, um, ooh ooh ooh,"

like a bottle of red wine with its cork removed, a stream of fluid not only left a noticeable stain on the leather seat, but more embarrassingly, the fluid seeping from my underwear flowed directly down my stockings.

I... I actually had an orgasm .

Looking down at my senior, who had pulled one hand away, I gently licked the fluid from my hand, then took a tissue from the side to wipe the wetness under my skirt.

"Susu, you haven't done this all these years?"

"Mmm."

After a long while, I shook my head, then nodded. Countless lonely nights, besides relieving my inner desires with my hand, how could I break my vow to my husband?

But today, heh.

As I regained consciousness, I didn't resist my senior's onslaught. His burning hands encircled my flushed body, while his other hand held my head steady. His breath traveled from my pale neck to my breasts.

"Mmm, Gang, Gangyu, Xue..." Before I could finish, my words were cut short as his lips were silenced.

It was so hot. Waves of pleasure made me try to lift my chest, my firm buttocks slightly raised. Through my blurred vision, I vaguely saw my husband's smiling face.

My sphincter contracted to its limit, and strands of lubricating love juice flowed uncontrollably. Where our teeth met, strands of transparent silver stretched out. The car was darkened, leaving only the dim yellow light shining from the ceiling onto me, creating an atmosphere that was both erotic and warm.

Soft and weak, my arms draped over Yuan's shoulders. From the outside in, there was the suppressed desire of the man; from the inside out, there was the explosive desire of the woman. The tingling sensation in my lower body made me try to lift my body higher.

However, my wish didn't come true. The saying "a woman in her thirties is like a wolf" is indeed true, especially for a woman who has been celibate for so many years.

My senior easily loosened my bra, casually flipped up my lace skirt, and wrapped it around my body, revealing my alluring little belly button. His hands mercilessly gripped my waist, rendering me immobile.

I could feel that hot, large thing against my buttocks, but the more I tried to move away, the more immobile I became. Just then, my phone rang in my purse.

Startled by the sudden ringtone, my senior and I exchanged an embarrassed smile, especially me, who buried my face in my arms, too ashamed to come out. But when I opened the phone and saw those four words on the screen, I hesitated. It

was none other than my precious son, Xiaoyu. He must have been very worried since yesterday. Having made up my mind, I answered the phone.

"Xiaoyu, it's Mommy. Baby, are you alright?" I asked with great concern.

"Mommy, where are you now?"

"I'm here, uh-huh," I murmured, quickly covering my mouth before the soft moan could escape. Damn it, I forgot I was still in that position with my senior.

I was kneeling slightly on my senior's lap. After answering the phone, I relaxed my posture and instantly sat on him, specifically on his large, erect member.

"Mom, are you alright?" came an anxious voice from the other end of the line.

"No, I'm fine," I stammered, trying to avoid arousing Xiaoyu's suspicion. My incoherent words still caught the attention of the person on the other end.

But my body's reaction grew increasingly intense. My wet hair clung messily to my flushed face, my chest heaving rapidly. This was wrong; my skirt had been lifted by my senior, and my only remaining layers of stockings and underwear couldn't conceal the powerful heat of his massive member. Through the stockings, I could feel that increasingly large thing perfectly fitting against my sensitive spot.

"Mom, Aunt Yurou said you were resting at her place yesterday. Should I come pick you up?"

"Yes, yes, Mom forgot to tell you." "No, no need... um... ha... ah..." I blurted out again. I couldn't let this continue.

"Xiaoyu, Mommy's coming home soon, I'm hanging up now, baby." I was afraid Xiaoyu would sense something was wrong, and my phone lay forlornly beside the car.

"It's okay, things will get better," my senior comforted me, pulling me into his arms. "I'm back now, Susu

." "Yes, senior," I answered softly, my mind blank.

"Call him Gangyu," he added.

"Oh."

Xiaoyu is all grown up now, she should have a father. There's no one more suitable than my former senior.

I straightened my disheveled dress and stood by the car, looking at the community square not far from home. The warm sun and my senior's embrace were both captivating.

"Gangyu, can you give me some time?" I asked softly, my eyes crinkling with anticipation.

"Okay," Gangyu gently pulled me into his arms, one arm around my slender waist, the other playing with my hair, his chiseled chin resting against my forehead.

"But let's change clothes first, hmm,"

I pouted, glaring at his mischievous eyes. I couldn't help but recall the passionate scene in the car earlier, my legs instinctively clamping together. *Qin Susu, you really have no shame!*

Saying goodbye to my senior brother, a gentle breeze brushed my face, and I felt a pang of regret. Had I been too wanton? To do such a shameless thing, not only was I unworthy of being a teacher, but I had also betrayed my deceased lover.

No, this wouldn't do. The thought of what had just happened filled me with shame. Looking up at the strange expressions on the faces of the men around me, I touched my face and stole glances at the shop windows. She really was alluring. Men are all like this.

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Widowed for fifteen years

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