Male teacher's extramarital affair

Section 1

(If you're eager to read the story, please skip this chapter and go directly to the following chapters) If you break down the character for "marriage" (婚), it's composed of "woman" (女) and "confused" (昏). From this, it can be understood as "a man who got married because he was confused," or "he got married because he was confused after finding a woman."

Regardless of the interpretation, it's a fact that most married people are somewhat confused. Why is that? Don't we get married for happiness? But are we happy after marriage?

Most people encounter various problems after marriage. At best, there are just arguments; at worst, divorce; and in extreme cases, murder or suicide. Such things happen around us every day, yet couples still smile and step into the hall of marriage.

After vows of eternal love and passionate beginnings, comes the monotony of life, the endless difficulties. Faces age, mindsets change, arguments arise, feelings fade, and married life brings endless troubles.

Career, family, children, housing—these mountains weigh heavily on us. What should we do?

We, trapped in this "walled city," are eager to escape. So we struggle, and finally we do escape, but what kind of life will we face then?

Section 2 001 The nth Argument (Part 1)

After the sound of the thermos jar hitting the floor tiles, Liao Xiaohua's curses immediately followed: "Were you raised on shit? You left the thermos jar here? I'll teach you to leave it here..." Then, Liao Xiaohua threw down a second thermos jar.

Liao Xiaohua had unusually cleaned the house today. For the past month, Pang Zhengying had been responsible for cleaning. Pang Zhengying was a teacher at Xincheng Middle School and was on summer vacation. Liao Xiaohua worked at Haoyun Supermarket, working eight hours a day, and her only tasks at home were eating and sleeping. Their

son, Pang Hu, was two and a half years old and usually lived with his grandparents. Pang Zhengying had only brought him home after her summer vacation started.

For the past month, Pang Zhengying felt even more exhausted than when he was teaching. His son was particularly mischievous, making a mess of the house every day, which he would then clean up after. Besides that, he also had to do laundry, mop the floor, buy groceries, cook, wash dishes, and scrub pots. Pang Zhengying's motto was, "I'd never be a man again in my next life."

Despite this, his wife, Liao Xiaohua, was still dissatisfied, finding fault with everything, even nagging about the saltiness of the food.

If Liao Xiaohua wasn't going too far, Pang Zhengying usually tolerated it; after all, it was a family matter, and the neighbors were all colleagues, so arguing would only make them laugh.

However, things didn't stay peaceful. Liao Xiaohua seemed to be getting increasingly unreasonable lately, and today she was picking a fight again.

Leaving the thermos on the dining table was indeed inappropriate, but how much effort would it take for Liao Xiaohua to pick it up? But Liao Xiaohua wouldn't let it go.

Pang Hu, standing nearby, burst into tears, but Liao Xiaohua ignored him, continuing to curse.

"Are you crazy?" Pang Zhengying finally couldn't hold back anymore and shouted, her voice trembling with hysteria.

"Crazy? I am crazy! You've driven me mad!" Liao Xiaohua retorted, not to be outdone.

"How did I force you? Did I tie you up or lock you up?"

"Marrying you is the worst thing that could happen to me in my life, I was blind!" "I didn't force you to marry me, you agreed to it yourself!" "I was blind then, but now I see you clearly, you good-for-nothing!" "Who are you calling a good-for-nothing?" "I'm talking about you! Not only are you a good-for-nothing, your parents and your whole family are good-for-nothings!" "Don't you dare insult my parents!" "So what if I did? What can you do to me?"

Liao Xiaohua yelled, her voice loud enough to shatter the roof. Pang Hu was also terrified at this moment, stopping his crying and staring blankly at his arguing parents.

Pang Zhengying's anger was burning to his core, his fists clenched tightly. He clearly saw the hint of defiance on his wife's face.

Pang Zhengying wanted to punch his wife, but when he turned around and saw his son standing there dumbfounded, his heart softened.

He couldn't frighten the child; the child was innocent. Arguing and fighting in front of his son would cause him great harm, a fact Pang Zhengying, as a teacher, understood very well.

"Fine, you win! Okay?" Pang Zhengying said, then slumped onto the sofa.

Liao Xiaohua glanced at her husband with contempt. The more he acted like this, the more disgusted she felt. She thought he was a spineless coward, lacking any masculinity. The more he didn't give her a chance, the more Liao Xiaohua stomped her feet in anger. Now, she switched tactics, "You're not even a man, let alone someone like Zhang Ziwu." "You're just talking about me, why drag my student into this?" Pang Zhengying was also furious. He had originally intended to give in, but his wife was comparing him to her student. Besides, he was a student with questionable character who loved to meddle in other people's business.

"Oh, so you can get angry now," Liao Xiaohua said, seeing her husband's face turn pale and look terrible. She was smug about having found her way; her goal was to get Pang Zhengying to hit her, giving her a legitimate reason to file for divorce.

This bizarre idea had entered her mind, and even Liao Xiaohua found it unbelievable. Was she crazy? Yet she just didn't know why she wanted Pang Zhengying to get angry; it seemed only natural for him to hit her.

Liao Xiaohua was unaware that she had a masochistic tendency in her subconscious. It wasn't until the third night of this argument that she realized her abnormality.

Liao Xiaohua mentioned Pang Zhengying's student, Zhang Ziwu. Actually, Pang Zhengying didn't really like this student. Zhang Ziwu loved to find fault with people, and once he found something, he wouldn't stop. Seeing that Zhang Ziwu was somewhat educated, Pang Zhengying, who had a knack for judging people, saw a reflection of his younger self in him: so fiercely opposed to evil, so fastidious, intolerant of any injustice, and if he said someone had a problem, then they had a problem, and not just making things up, often using the person's own words against them. Most importantly, he couldn't stand people who were pretentious. He didn't really care how others pretentious they were, but what annoyed him was that person's belief that they were absolutely right, and that others were only fit to flatter and fawn over them, and that they would attack readers for not understanding their writing.

In this respect, Zhang Ziwu strongly disliked that guy online. This was one of the reasons Pang Zhengying had summoned Zhang Ziwu.

Pang Zhengying had called Zhang Ziwu because since spring, many rumors had been circulating on campus, and these rumors weren't just confined to the school; they had spread rapidly throughout society, specifically caused by a brawler.

Pang Zhengying asked him, "Whether it's true or false, what does it have to do with you? Your task now is to study. You say you're always attacking this and criticizing others, but have you kept yourself clean?

"

Zhang Ziwu was speechless, but he still wanted to argue, saying he was different from those people. Although he also used insults, he had his own principles. Even when he insulted someone, he would never drag anyone else into it for pleasure. It was very unwise to get a momentary thrill by insulting someone else's family. This only applies if he himself has no family or his family is deceased. In fact, having no family is tantamount to the greatest malice. Regardless of whether one has family or not, it's very tasteless to involve family in arguments.

In short, he wouldn't spread the flames of war to other innocent people. Even if he insulted someone, he wouldn't be stupid enough to make personal attacks. Even if it involved, he would only say things like calling someone stupid or an idiot.

Pang Zhengying laughed when he heard this. He found the student in front of him rather cute. He had already cursed someone, yet he was still harping on those words. As the saying goes, cursing is immoral, and no one cares whether you have involved the other person's family or friends.

Moreover, Pang Zhengying, relying on his extensive experience in online debates, knew that without sufficient time and experience, it was easy to unleash his subconscious evil (see my article "Observing People in Subtle Ways" from last year). Initially, he couldn't help but get angry and even resort to profanity when encountering distorted facts and chaotic logic, and he would retaliate furiously when faced with profanity. Only through experience could he remain calm and composed in the face of chaos. As someone aptly put it: "I've never seen anyone online refute or persuade another."

Pang Zhengying deeply agreed, and he also knew that online debates couldn't solve problems. In his mind, it wasn't about persuading those who disagreed with you; that was useless. Regarding the incident mentioned by Zhang Ziwu, many people still didn't understand that Fang was far too naive to want to defeat Han; his only goal was

to help Han remove his mask.

Some supporters of those with differing opinions reacted with rage. Love for one person could even transform into hatred for another. Pang Zhengying thought this way: many weak people need the protection of the strong.

Some seemingly powerful and aggressive people harbor deep-seated servility. Their dependence on the strong is their capital for discriminating against and attacking the weak.

This conversation ended inconclusively, and Zhang Ziwu continued to do as he pleased.

However, a few days later, Zhang Ziwu suddenly showed up at Pang Zhengying's house. Liao Xiaohua was also home at the time and witnessed the argument between the teacher and student. In Liao Xiaohua's eyes, Zhang Ziwu was a passionate young man who spoke his mind.

The argument stemmed from Zhang Ziwu's statement that he never imagined he would one day be considered "number one" by others. Of course, this "number one" title bestowed upon him by others wasn't entirely honorable. The person said that Zhang Ziwu was the first person he had ever seen online to diss other types of essays and even verbally abuse other authors. This "verbal abuse" was naturally not meant as insults; it was a neutral term. However, the person making the comment interpreted it as a personal attack.

Zhang Ziwu read the person's reply but ignored it. He knew that even if he were to insult someone, it would only affect their intelligence or emotional intelligence. That's why he wrote that satirical article, "Teaching You How to Be a Person in Every Minute." After seeing the person's words, Zhang Ziwu wasn't in a hurry. He considered whether the person's label of "number one" was appropriate. After pondering for a while, Zhang Ziwu couldn't help but laugh. He knew that it wasn't what others said that made him laugh so heartily. The reason he laughed so hard was because he remembered some things that had happened in the past few days.

People are forgetful, and they are unwilling to admit their mistakes. Zhang Ziwu understood these principles better than anyone else. Take being scammed, for example. When he realized he had been scammed, his first thought wasn't to warn others, but to feel ashamed and blame himself for being greedy. If he told others, wouldn't he become a fool? In this way, he was naturally willing to watch others be scammed to balance his mind. "So I'm not the only fool in the world, haha."

"You can't use high beams when meeting oncoming traffic, just like you can't make personal attacks during an argument—it's all a matter of manners. Han Er just put down his high beam bowl and immediately started hurling insults at Bald Head's mother and LED screen radiation sperm, then denied it, claiming it was a matter of context. Then Han's father turned on his high beams and attacked Fang Zhou, who was always using low beams, with 'idiot' and 'donkey.' In my observation, this is the first time in my observation that a father has to come out and join in the insults during an online argument." Zhang Ziwu felt very relieved when he read this, but who could have predicted that it would happen to him a few days later? The other person thought Zhang Ziwu was the first, and he really overestimated Zhang Ziwu. He didn't understand where his logic was wrong at all. It's better to ignore such a person.

The teacher and student argued for a while, and Zhang Ziwu left with a smile, leaving Pang Zhengying with a sigh. Liao Xiaohua asked him what was wrong, and Pang Zhengying said that his student was unforgiving and would suffer sooner or later.

Liao Xiaohua laughed, "Who knows what the future holds? You, as a teacher, want to worry about your student's future? I think you're just meddling in things that don't concern you." Pang Zhengying shook his head, ignoring his wife's words. He watched Zhang Ziwu gradually disappear from his sight. He felt a little confused. What was the point of always being so competitive? Everyone has vanity. Others just want to present a knowledgeable and upright image to strangers. If you expose that, they'll hate you to death.

Perhaps, he was like him, also helping others remove their makeup!

On the way back, Zhang Ziwu smiled brightly, but there was a bitter feeling in his heart. In his previous essays, there were quite a few that were overly emotional. He tried to comfort himself that his arguments were sufficient, but in the end, he couldn't hide the fact that cursing was an expression of dissatisfaction, which did nothing to help. Cursing others had already dirtied his own mouth.

Liao Xiaohua picked up her son and ignored her husband. Pang Zhengying sat on the sofa, catching his breath for a while, before finally getting up to clean up the broken pieces on the floor.

Pang Zhengying couldn't remember how many times he and his wife had argued this month. Lately, they'd been arguing constantly, with major fights every three or six days and minor squabbles every day. Pang Zhengying felt his wife was always finding fault with him—if something was misplaced, the house was a mess, or even if his clothes got wet in the rain, she'd blame him.

This kind of life was exhausting.

For two days in a row, Liao Xiaohua didn't give her husband a kind look, and the two barely exchanged ten words. They didn't sleep together at night either; Liao Xiaohua had forced Pang Zhengying to sleep on the sofa. In the quiet of the night, Pang Zhengying hugged a thin sheet, his hands behind his head, his mind a jumble. What kind of man was he if he couldn't be a husband? How could he ever hold his head high again if he was so weak-willed? The more Pang Zhengying thought about it, the more agitated he became. Would he still have any standing in this family? The thought made him furious. But not long after, he burst into laughter.

On the third day, Pang Zhengying asked to go back to the bedroom. Liao Xiaohua was still angry with him, so her face was naturally unpleasant, and her words were sarcastic. Pang Zhengying endured it, seeing her sour expression. After several pleas from Pang Zhengying, Liao Xiaohua reluctantly agreed to come in and sleep. Her arrogant attitude made Pang Zhengying feel resistant and quite unhappy. He grew increasingly disgusted with Liao Xiaohua. In order to carry out his upcoming plan, he grinned and ran in with his pillow and blanket.

Once he lay down on the comfortable bed, Pang Zhengying felt extremely happy. He glanced at Liao Xiaohua and saw her coaxing her son to sleep, watching her from her side. Unconsciously, as if something was guiding him—his hands caressed Liao Xiaohua's body, repeatedly wandering over various parts of her body, her back, her buttocks, and even lingering for a while at her groin.

At that moment, Liao Xiaohua endured Pang Zhengying's assault. If she hadn't been putting Pang Hu to sleep, she would have kicked him off the bed and yelled at him to get out. She paused, gently patting her son's back, then turned to look at Pang Zhengying with a sharp gaze that intimidated him. She then continued to coax Pang Hu to sleep.

Pang Zhengying was terrified by Liao Xiaohua, almost losing his erection. If that had happened, he would have been crippled, and Liao Xiaohua would despise him even more. Thinking this, a sinister and terrifying look appeared on Pang Zhengying's face, one he had never shown before. He didn't care about anything else; his mind was in chaos. Even so, a voice inside him demanded revenge on Liao Xiaohua, to humiliate her. The best way to do this was to rape her in front of his son.

As Liao Xiaohua was putting Pang Hu to sleep, Pang Zhengying suddenly pulled her close, their eyes meeting. Liao Xiaohua was naturally angry at Pang Zhengying's rash action, and she couldn't help but mutter, "Are you crazy? Can't you see I'm putting my son to sleep?" "I know," Pang Zhengying glanced at Pang Hu before returning her gaze to Liao Xiaohua, "I'm thinking about it." "No, not tonight."

"Why?"

"No reason!" Liao Xiaohua answered firmly.

Pang Zhengying was angry. He didn't care about anything else. "You're my wife. Your word doesn't count." Liao Xiaohua was startled. She had never seen Pang Zhengying like this before. In her memory, this man had always been obedient. Her face turned ugly, and her voice sharpened. "Pang Zhengying, when did you get the nerve to say that to me?" "Because you're my wife. I can do whatever I want. It's your problem if you don't cooperate. Anyway, you're enjoying yourself." Pang Zhengying spoke excitedly, completely unprepared for Liao Xiaohua slapping him. Her voice trembled with anger. "What do you take me for? A prostitute, or your plaything?" "To me, it's the same. Liao Xiaohua, let me tell you, I've put up with you for a long time. If I don't sleep with you today, I'll take your surname." "I'd like to see what you do to me." Liao Xiaohua glared at Pang Zhengying and replied.

Seeing that he couldn't intimidate her, Pang Zhengying took action. His eyes fixed on Liao Xiaohua's breasts; the earlier argument had left a large portion of her bra exposed. Pang Zhengying reached out and grabbed Liao Xiaohua's breasts, kneading them.

Liao Xiaohua hadn't expected Pang Zhengying to actually do this. Her eyes turned bloodshot. "I'm going to kill you!" she cried, throwing a punch at Pang Zhengying's chest. Having learned his lesson, Pang Zhengying wasn't so foolish this time. He grabbed Liao Xiaohua's hand. Seeing her hand captured, Liao Xiaohua tried to swing her other hand, but Pang Zhengying restrained it as well, lifting both her hands above her head, causing her to struggle desperately.

"If you keep messing around, your hand will break," Pang Zhengying warned. "Then you'll be in even more pain, being fucked by me while enduring the pain in your arm. Be good, listen to me, do as I say, and don't even think about waking our son. You don't want him to have a bad impression of you, do you?" Liao Xiaohua felt nauseous and blurted out, "Go to hell, you bastard! Pang Zhengying, how come I never saw you as such a despicable person, such scum? I was blind!" "I've heard you say 'blind' for two and a half years now. Ever since we got married, every time you're unhappy, you won't feel better without yelling at me. Am I just naturally so cheap? I've put up with you for so long, I've had enough." "Hmph, you?" Liao Xiaohua said disdainfully.

Pang Zhengying sighed softly, "Liao Xiaohua, Liao Xiaohua, why don't you understand? Who's in control now? Do you think you can change this fact?" Liao Xiaohua paused for a moment, then stopped struggling.

"Good girl, that's what a good wife is like. Come on, from now on, I'm going to reassert my authority as husband. First step, kneel down and bark like a dog." "No!" Liao Xiaohua said firmly.

"Looks like I have to teach you a lesson," Pang Zhengying's face twisted instantly. In a flash, he grabbed Liao Xiaohua's hair and pulled it down, threatening her not to scream or wake Pang Hu.

Liao Xiaohua didn't think much of it, assuming Pang Zhengying was just joking. It wasn't until her hair was pulled painfully that she realized he was serious. By then it was too late. If she hadn't been holding onto Pang Zhengying's arm tightly, she would have been injured much more severely. Then Pang Zhengying threw Liao Xiaohua aside, pulled out his leather belt, and began whipping her wildly.

"Ah! Stop hitting me, it hurts!"

The belt struck Liao Xiaohua's snow-white arms and thighs, immediately leaving conspicuous red welts! Liao Xiaohua rolled and writhed, trying to dodge, but she couldn't escape the whip marks that still covered her body.

Pang Zhengying forbade her to cry. He threatened her that if her son woke up, she would keep her promise—to rape Pang Hu's mother in front of him. Pang Zhengying seemed to have a taste for the whip, his hand relentlessly striking Liao Xiaohua's back, tearing holes in her shirt. Liao Xiaohua struggled to avoid the vicious leather belt in Pang Zhengying's hand, constantly letting out suppressed screams of pain.

"Do you know pain now!" Pang Zhengying said viciously. "Come on, take off your clothes first, then give me oral sex. Hurry up, I'm not joking with you." As he spoke, Pang Zhengying's whip continued to caress Liao Xiaohua's body, making intimate contact with her skin.

Unable to endure the pain of the whip, Liao Xiaohua, sobbing, undressed herself while pleading with Pang Zhengying, "Please, I'll take off my clothes, okay? Don't hit me anymore, husband, it really hurts!" For Liao Xiaohua, a proud woman who had never suffered physical pain, Pang Zhengying's beating had clearly had an effect. She became obedient and willing to take off her clothes, much to Pang Zhengying's delight.

Liao Xiaohua quickly took off her shirt and then her bra, soon revealing her full, snow-white upper body, her breasts looking like pasted eggs, and her two beautiful, snow-white legs completely exposed.

"Hurry! Take them off, take them all off, I can't stand it anymore!" Pang Zhengying was very dissatisfied with the situation and couldn't help but get angry again. He cursed and kicked Liao Xiaohua's naked body.

Liao Xiaohua was kicked off the bed. Before she could even touch her sore spot, Pang Zhengying slapped her again.

"Do you even understand what I'm saying? I'm going to strip you naked!" With a scream from Liao Xiaohua, she watched as her last remaining piece of clothing, her white underwear, was torn off. Liao Xiaohua pleaded with Pang Zhengying to keep her voice down and not disturb their son.

"You slut! You're such a bastard! I try to talk to you properly, but you won't listen. I have to use violence to get you to obey. How shameless are you?" Pang Zhengying said, slapping Liao Xiaohua again, this time not on the face, but on the stomach. The pain made Liao Xiaohua tremble and cower to the side.

"Tell me, aren't you shameless? Aren't you a slut? Tell me!" Liao Xiaohua was terrified by the ugly face. She was completely intimidated by Pang Zhengying and blurted out, "Yes, you're right, I am a slut." Pang Zhengying was pleased with her words. "Then tell me, are you willing to bark like a dog now?" "I am." Pang Zhengying felt an uncontrollable excitement. Watching Liao Xiaohua's round, snow-white buttocks slowly crawl towards him, he couldn't help but give her another lash with his whip, which struck her snow-white buttocks, leaving a red mark.

"Stop hitting me, I'll bark like a dog now." By this time, Liao Xiaohua was completely terrified. She could only obey Pang Zhengying's words and couldn't resist. "Woof woof woof." Pang Zhengying felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment. He then ordered Liao Xiaohua, "Very good, well done. You've passed the first test. The second test is oral sex." Liao Xiaohua dared not resist. She slowly crawled towards Pang Zhengying. Pang Zhengying saw Liao Xiaohua's slightly bent, shapely legs, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and the intermittent moans of pain emanating from her sexy red lips. His penis began to swell.

In Liao Xiaohua's eyes, the humiliation of being stripped naked and whipped by Pang Zhengying, mixed with the physical pain, forced her to endure the bitterness in her heart. With each step she crawled closer, the sound of the whip added another red welt to her body, and tears of humiliation streamed down her face.

"Cry, all you know how to do is cry. Smile, don't cry. I hate women crying. Now, smile right now!" Pang Zhengying said, whipping her a few more times. Liao Xiaohua cried again, and as her snow-white buttocks and thighs became red and swollen from the whipping, her humiliating cries gradually grew hoarse.

Pang Zhengying was exhausted from whipping her and slowly became weak and powerless, finally stopping. Liao Xiaohua, who had initially wept bitterly, now groaned weakly, her body twitching slightly. Her battered buttocks and thighs stood out starkly against her fair, voluptuous body.

Pang Zhengying knelt beside her, grinning maliciously, "Hurry up and crawl over here." Liao Xiaohua now hoped this despicable man would finish quickly, or better yet, she'd have a chance to take care of him herself!

Pang Zhengying looked at the pitiful Liao Xiaohua, noticing the numerous wounds on her body. He licked his lips, swallowed hard, and rubbed his groin vigorously. "Hurry up and crawl over here, it hurts so much here." He then unzipped his pants, pulling out a large, unforgettable member. Liao Xiaohua quickly crawled to him. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his already erect member, saying, "Come on, suck it with your mouth." "No, I've never done that before."

"Do I have to beat you before you're happy?" Pang Zhengying answered her fiercely.

Although Liao Xiaohua turned her head to the side, her hand was still grabbed and touched by that scalding hot thing. The touch from her palm was so hot and so hard. This was the first time Liao Xiaohua had ever touched such a hard, magnificent thing since she had been with a man.

Pang Zhengying was already very impatient. He picked up the leather whip and lashed it at Liao Xiaohua's back, which was already covered in welts. At the same time, he grabbed Liao Xiaohua's hair with his strong left hand and forcefully pushed her delicate shoulders down, forcing a thick, grotesque penis into her mouth.

Although Liao Xiaohua tried her best to shake off this filthy thing, Pang Zhengying was not about to give up what he had. He placed the leather whip on the edge of the bed with his right hand and held her head tightly with both hands, not allowing her to break free.

A foul, fishy stench almost made Liao Xiaohua vomit; tears welled up in her eyes. The repulsive voice slammed into her eardrums: "If you don't behave, I'll wake our son today and let him enjoy this with us. What do you think?" Terrified, Liao Xiaohua stopped struggling. She began to swallow the penis that was almost tearing her mouth apart in humiliation. Tears streamed down her distorted face, dripping to her lips, seemingly lubricating the friction between the penis and her mouth.

"Ah, so good, so incredibly satisfying."

Pang Zhengying hadn't had such pleasurable sex in a long time. After letting out a satisfied and joyful sigh, he slightly loosened his grip on Liao Xiaohua's head, but his thrusts gradually quickened. Watching the saliva escaping from Liao Xiaohua's mouth, his contorted face was once again filled with boundless desire. His hand naturally slid down to Liao Xiaohua's genitals.

"Hmm, her verbal skills are a bit lacking, but with some training, she'll be quite capable," Pang Zhengying said, noticing Liao Xiaohua's increasing skill. Pang Zhengying's penis made her forget the hurt and emotional trauma she had suffered. She raised her head obsequiously, her eyes filled with seductive allure—truly a born slut.

The storm passed just like that, but Liao Xiaohua wondered when such a storm would strike again.

[The End]

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