Ambiguous tutor

Yu Feng, a third-year university student, got a tutoring job in April. This was his first time tutoring. Although it was just teaching Chinese to an elementary school student, he was still a little nervous.

The tutoring location was only about a fifteen-minute drive from the school. He found his destination according to the address.

The employer lived on the fifth floor, and Yu Feng's heart was already racing when he arrived at the door, not only because he had gone up five floors, but also because he hadn't thought about how to greet the other party.

"Will it be the child's father or mother who opens the door? Or maybe the child himself? I guess I should greet different people in different ways, but what should I say? —Hello—that's too ordinary. Perhaps as a Chinese tutor, I should have better words of greeting..." As he thought, he unconsciously knocked on the door a few times, as if that might give him some inspiration. But then he was startled by the noise he had made, inwardly cursing himself, "Oh no, I haven't even figured out what to say yet, I'll just have to improvise. After all, I can't wait at the door forever." He heard the doorknob turn inside, and quickly tidied himself up, making sure his clothes were neat and his appearance wouldn't seem rude. Then, the door opened, and in that instant, all the opening lines Yu Feng had thought of vanished completely. Before Yu Feng could even look up, the first thing he saw was a pair of feet. A pair of fair and smooth bare feet, casually stepping on the brown wooden floor, toes round and soft, without any nail polish, but Yu Feng felt that any extra polish would be superfluous on these beautiful feet.

His gaze drifted slightly upwards, gliding over a pair of long, slender legs, as white and delicate as those adorable little feet. Although Yu Feng caught a glimpse of the thighs being encased in a white knee-length skirt, the proportions of the calves and knees told him that only legs like these could match those feet.

Yu Feng was completely mesmerized; he even forgot to look up and greet the person who opened the door. He seemed to have forgotten his purpose for coming, only thinking, "Beautiful feet, beautiful legs... What kind of woman in the world could have such a perfect figure? Her face must be equally stunning, but what if it isn't? Even if her face isn't ugly, even if it's just an ordinary, common face, it's still a waste of those legs, those feet."

"Excuse me, are you Teacher Yu?"

Yu Feng suddenly felt he heard a voice, an incredibly gentle voice, like the warm spring breeze. He guessed the voice might be asking him, but he wasn't sure. He was already immersed in another world, muttering to himself, "Why would someone disturb me?" "

Excuse me, is there anything I can do for you?" the voice asked again, its tone noticeably more wary. Yu Feng jolted back to reality, quickly looking up and replying, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm new here..." His voice trailed off, the last word "teacher" almost inaudible. When his eyes met the other person's, he was speechless. He seemed to see his own reflection in those bright, clear eyes, eyes like a vast, emerald lake, engulfing him. He felt as if he were struggling in that lake, in pain, yet unwilling to escape, willing to sink to the bottom forever.

"It's Teacher Yu, please come in."

Yu Feng saw a gentle smile in her eyes, and his entire body seemed to lose its strength, unable to move. He forced himself to look away, finally able to see her face clearly. He felt a sense of relief, but then he couldn't breathe again: the eyes, eyebrows, nose, lips, and even the ears half-hidden under her black hair—they created the most perfect structure in the world. If Yu Feng were to describe the beauty of each feature individually, he would say there were no particular characteristics, but their combination was undeniably perfect. Any slight increase or decrease in size, width, or narrowness of any part would be a flaw in this exquisite face.

Yu Feng lowered his head, breathing heavily. His heart was beating faster than before, as if he had just climbed fifty floors.

Seeing him with his head down, the hostess looked puzzled. After a moment, she smiled and said, "Oh, by the way, you might be wondering why I'm not wearing shoes. I just prefer the feeling of walking barefoot on the ground. How should I put it... it feels cool and reassuring... I won't force guests to come in barefoot..." These words kept drifting into Yu Feng's ears. He listened intently, unsure how to respond.

"Oh, you've been standing outside for quite a while. Come in, I'll get you some slippers..." "No... no need," Yu Feng blurted out. "Actually, I also really like the feeling of walking barefoot on the ground... Is that alright?" He didn't know why he said that. He never liked walking barefoot on the floor, even through thick cotton socks; the hard floor would still rub his feet raw and uncomfortable.

"Really? Of course."

A strange sense of satisfaction and pleasure rose within him. He realized that he and the hostess had some so-called "similarities" that seemed to bring them closer and make their relationship more harmonious. He considered it a negotiation tactic, simply for his own convenience. But he also realized how far-fetched this explanation was. In that instant, he hadn't realized he was dealing with his employer, hadn't considered what kind of language to use... it all just came naturally.

"Oh, right," the woman said, "I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Ye Lian, and my husband's name is He Mu. Unfortunately, he just went on a business trip a few days ago and might not be back for almost a month. My son's name is He Yu. He's in his room. Why don't you go and say hello to him first? I'll get you a glass of water."

"Thank you, Aunt Ye..." For some reason, Yu Feng felt that addressing her felt awkward and forced. As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he must have said something wrong. "But according to seniority, if I don't call her Aunt, then what should I say?" He saw a hint of displeasure on Ye Lian's face, though it was only for a brief moment, but Yu Feng was sure he saw it. However, this displeasure was quickly hidden under her gentle and elegant smile, but to Yu Feng, the smile seemed inexplicably stiff and artificial.

He took off his shoes, without slippers, and went inside. Ye Lian was walking in the opposite direction—to the kitchen.

The instant they brushed past each other, Yu Feng felt a flame ignite in his chest, a sudden impulse making him want to turn back and look at her one more time—her hair, her back, her legs.

So he turned around, and Ye Lian was standing right in front of the kitchen door. As she turned the corner, she also turned her head to look at Yu Feng, their eyes meeting once more, but only for a fraction of a second before the gazes parted. Their eyes immediately returned to where they should have been looking.

"Oh no," Yu Feng thought, "She noticed me looking at her. What should I do? Will she think I have ulterior motives? Will she get angry and kick me out? Should I apologize now? No! That would only make things worse, implying I did have ulterior motives. Otherwise, what could just a glance back mean?" Thinking this, he realized he was being rather inexplicably flustered. Why was he so panicked for no reason?

He composed himself and walked towards the child's room. "Is the child named He Yu? That seems to be what she said... It's strange, why do I always get distracted when I listen to her speak..." (II) Masturbation in the Dressing Room

At this moment, Ye Lian in the kitchen seemed somewhat agitated. She turned on the tap and slowly rinsed her hands, her thoughts drifting. It took her a while to realize that she wasn't there to wash her hands but to boil water. She picked up the kettle from the side but forgot to close the lid, letting the water jet hit the lid and splash everywhere, soaking her light blue top. She hurriedly turned off the tap, but didn't know what to do next.

"He just turned around and looked at me. Why did he look at me? And why couldn't I help but look back at him? Yes, he's actually quite handsome. What's so strange about a woman glancing at a handsome man? I could have just complimented him to his face. After all, he's still a child. What's wrong with me, as his elder, thinking he's handsome?" She suddenly realized she hadn't boiled the water yet and scolded her playfully, "Why are you thinking such nonsense?" She filled the water tank, put it on the electric stove, and then suddenly thought, "Why did he seem so strange outside the door just now? And he kept staring at my feet—hmm, my feet are indeed very beautiful. For a woman my age to maintain such good legs and feet—no, I shouldn't be thinking about this now. But was he really looking at my feet? Did he think I was pretty when he turned around? Could it be that he… no, impossible!" Ye Lian interrupted her thoughts, only then realizing she had forgotten to turn on the power; the water in the kettle was still cold.

"He's probably just nervous because it's his first time tutoring. It's normal for young people to be new to society," she comforted herself. But at the same time, she was dissatisfied with this explanation. She dared not consider the possibility of another existence, yet she seemed to vaguely hope that the outcome she dared not imagine was real... Suddenly, she heard her child's voice shouting, "I don't want a tutor! I don't want you to teach me!" She knew that He Yu had caused trouble again and shook her head helplessly. She walked out of the kitchen and bumped into Yu Feng coming out of He Yu's room. She hurriedly apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, the child is too naughty. I'll talk to him in a bit..." But Ye Lian suddenly noticed that the other person was just staring blankly at her. She followed Yu Feng's gaze and realized that he was looking at her chest. She was annoyed and was about to scold him for being rude when she suddenly realized that her top was soaked and her white bra was faintly visible under her clothes. She immediately blushed with embarrassment. She didn't know whether to cover herself or not, so she could only say intermittently,

"I...I'm sorry, I...I'll go change my clothes..." After saying that, she went into her room and locked the door.

"I... he actually saw everything!" Ye Lian thought with shame. "This is so embarrassing. How am I supposed to get along with him from now on?" She kept scolding herself under her breath. She was always so careful in everything she did, so why did she keep making mistakes today? "Maybe I should let him leave. I can find a new tutor, and he can definitely find another job... After all, his job hasn't even started yet." Ye Lian weighed the options and felt that this was the best choice. Otherwise, she really didn't know how to handle this unexpected situation. But for some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to make that decision.

The wardrobe doors in the room were all made into mirrors, reflecting Ye Lian's entire body. Ye Lian looked at herself in the mirror. There was a wet patch on the chest of her light blue top, and her white bra was faintly visible. Her full and firm breasts were outlined, and a cleavage was faintly visible. Ye Lian took off her top and found that her bra was also soaked. Several water droplets were stuck on her breasts, and her pink nipples were clearly visible, looking very lewd.

She took off her bra and couldn't help but admire her curves in the mirror: time hadn't left any obvious marks on her body; her skin was still as smooth as a young girl's, seemingly forever full of youthful vitality. Childbirth hadn't caused her breasts to sag; on the contrary, they were even more upright and proud than before. No one could believe she was already a thirty-three-year-old mother. Time hadn't taken away her beauty; instead, it had endowed her with a mature and elegant air.

Only now did Ye Lian realize how beautiful her body was. Her hands unconsciously moved closer to her breasts, rubbing them in front of the mirror. She saw a flush rise on the face of the mature beauty in the mirror, and saw her legs gently rubbing against each other under her skirt. She was ashamed to see such a lewd sight, but her body seemed no longer her own. Her hands didn't require any conscious control; sometimes rubbing, sometimes pinching, sometimes squeezing. She pursed her lips to prevent herself from making any shameful sounds. Then, she found herself cupping her two large breasts and bringing the nipples to her lips. Without thinking, she took one into her mouth and began to lick it with her tongue. The moisture on her breasts had evaporated, and now her saliva had soaked her nipples again. A large puddle of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, which she then dabbed with her finger and smeared on her other nipple. As she licked her nipple, she looked up at the wanton woman in the mirror, becoming even more excited. Her body suddenly trembled, and a shameful pleasure sent her to a peak, draining all her strength. Her legs went weak, and she slumped onto the bed, finding her white panties soaked with her own juices, wet and sticky. More fluid seeped from between her thighs, slowly flowing down her beautiful legs, dripping from her delicate toes, forming a small puddle on the floor. The white skirt she wore over her wet thighs was also soaked.

Ye Lian gently pulled down her skirt, then peeled off her panties. Her fair, rosy cheeks slowly moved closer, inhaling her own scent. Her tongue, once again acting on its own accord, darted out like a desert traveler drawing life from a sponge soaked in moisture. Her long, wet legs swayed gently.

Facing the mirror, Ye Lian couldn't resist licking her own toes and calves, dripping with her own juices. Unconsciously, she gradually saw a vision in the mirror: a man kneeling before her, gently cleaning her "filthy" feet with his tongue… The man's image grew clearer, as if…

Suddenly, a knock on the door pulled her back to reality. Startled, she snapped out of her climax, trying to calm her voice, and asked, "Who is it?" "

It's…it's me, Yu Feng."

"What is it?" Ye Lian's body suddenly heated up again.

"Auntie... have you changed your clothes? The child is anxious for you to come over." "Okay, coming right now."

Ye Lian hurriedly gathered up her wet clothes, quickly dried herself off with a sheet, and then frantically rummaged through the wardrobe. The first thing she found was a red sleeveless top. She thought the color was a bit too bright and decided to change. But then Yu Feng called out softly from outside the door, so she quickly put it on. Next, she found a black pencil skirt, but it was too short and didn't look dignified enough. However, she didn't have time to choose another one, so she put it on and left the room.

Ye Lian closed the door behind her and tidied her messy hair. At this moment, she couldn't believe that she was secretly masturbating in her room while there were strangers in the house. Although her husband had only been gone for a few days, the couple had actually not had sex for almost two months. But Ye Lian had never felt such desire or urge before. She even thought that she had passed the age of passion and that she might never need to pursue that kind of pleasure again.

"But what's wrong with me today?"

She saw Yu Feng waiting outside the door. Although she had always known he was there, it was only now that she felt fear. Even after the pleasure she had just experienced, her face was still flushed, and her expression was still wanton. Now, unable to see her own face, she wondered if she had regained her previous peaceful and gentle demeanor. Seeing Yu Feng still staring at her intently, her heart grew increasingly panicked.

"Why is he looking at me like that? Is my complexion still not recovered? Did he notice something?

Could it be that he heard everything that was going on inside the room from outside the door? But I was so careful not to make a sound, how could that be? If he really knows, what will he think of me? Will he see me as a slut, a shameless bitch? Oh no, oh no! My son is inside, if he finds out about this, what should I do…"

Ye Lian could never know how complicated her expression was at that moment. She and Yu Feng stood face to face until Yu Feng finally broke the silence: "Let's go over there." Ye Lian didn't detect anything unusual in his tone and finally breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, she also felt a little lost—of course, Ye Lian absolutely dared not think that way.

But Ye Lian suddenly discovered something else that alarmed her: "She was completely naked in the room. In her haste to come out, she forgot to put on her underwear! Only now did she realize that her nipples were being rubbed by her red silk clothes, and her wet genitals felt particularly cold in the air. She looked down and saw that her engorged nipples had pushed up her outer clothes to form a small mound."

"How...how could this happen?" Ye Lian bit her lip. "Has he already found out? What should I do now? Going back to change clothes won't do; that would be admitting I ran out without a bra. But if I go with him like this, especially in front of the child..." Ye Lian's face was already flushed red. "Forget it, I'll just go like this—I'll figure out how to cover it up later. If he's a good kid, he won't stare at my chest for no reason—but if he doesn't see it, wouldn't that be a shame..." Ye Lian was surprised to realize this strange thought of hers. She shook her head, interrupting her train of thought, and followed Yu Feng into her son's room.

In the room, her son, He Yu, was lying on the desk, burying his head in his arms, repeatedly shouting, "I don't want a tutor, I don't want to go to class." Yu Feng looked helpless, giving Ye Lian a pleading look.

"Xiaoyu, this is all for your own good. Your Chinese grades have dropped drastically. Your teacher has said more than once that your essays are full of spelling and grammatical errors..."

"Then I don't want him to teach me. Why should he teach me? I don't even know him!" "You... why are you always so disobedient?" Ye Lian felt a little annoyed.

"By the way," Yu Feng suddenly said, "you asked me why I should teach you. Well, let me ask you, what would it take for you to think I can teach you?"

He Yu didn't speak, as if stumped by the question.

Yu Feng continued, "How about this, you bring any book from home, point to a page, and I'll recite the contents of that page to you within ten minutes. If you get even one word wrong, I'll leave immediately. If you recite it perfectly, you'll obediently let me teach you. Are you willing to make this bet?" "Okay!" He Yu couldn't believe that Yu Feng's memory could reach such a level. He ran into his father's study and picked up a copy of *Critique of Judgment* from the bookshelf—a book he had casually flipped through, only reading a few lines before feeling dizzy; he was certain Yu Feng couldn't possibly memorize it.

Yu Feng took the book, his mind gradually calming down. Ye Lian, watching him expectantly, felt a mix of emotions. "If he loses and leaves, that's fine; he won't have to think about these embarrassing things anymore. But then I'll never see him again—why am I a little reluctant to let him go?" For a moment, Ye Lian didn't know whether she hoped Yu Feng would win or lose.

Yu Feng quickly skimmed the page He Yu had pointed to twice, and in less than nine minutes, he put down the book and began to memorize it.

He Yu pointed to each word with his little finger, and Ye Lian, sitting to the child's left, helped him check. But Yu Feng didn't make a single mistake until he reached the last word of the page.

He Yu had no choice but to admit defeat. Yu Feng didn't notice He Yu's reaction, only the sudden smile on Ye Lian's face. This smile filled him with immense satisfaction and joy, as if everything else was insignificant as long as he gained her approval.

For the next two hours, Yu and Ye sat on either side of Xiao Yu. Yu Feng patiently read Xiao Yu's past essays, helping him analyze where the problems were and how to revise them. Ye Lian listened silently on the other side, occasionally nodding gently in praise. Yu Feng noticed that when she nodded, he couldn't help but look at her, and their eyes met several times. At first, they gazed at each other briefly before quickly looking away in embarrassment. But as time went on, their gazes lingered longer and longer, until finally they didn't want to look away anymore, their eyes intertwined and lingering. Yu Feng felt his blood gradually boiling, his soul drifting away, but he still tried his best to concentrate on completing his work.

Ye Lian suddenly stood up and said, "Oh, sorry, we've been talking for so long, and I haven't given you any water yet... My head is a little dizzy today, and I tend to forget things easily. I'll go get some."

Ye Lian left the room, gently closing the door behind her, and went to the kitchen. The boiled water had already cooled down, and Ye Lian couldn't help but feel that she was acting very strangely today. When she and Yu Feng made eye contact earlier, she felt her skin gradually getting hot, and her mouth becoming increasingly dry, yet she didn't dislike the feeling. She suddenly felt a slippery sensation on her inner thighs and realized that she was soaked again.

Ye Lian's left hand unconsciously lifted her short skirt and reached towards her moist vulva, gently kneading the two pink labia. Her right hand, through her skirt, touched her buttocks, and she let out soft breaths.

"Ah, what's wrong with me? I got so excited just from a few glances from him. Why did he look at me like that? Did he find out I wasn't wearing a bra? But his eyes are so clear, I can't see any evil thoughts in them. Am I just too lewd? No, it can't be! Ah, it feels so good—my butt is so perky, I only realized it now when I touch it. My figure must look amazing in this kind of tight-fitting short skirt, I wonder if he'll like me dressed like this? —No, what nonsense am I thinking…"

Her middle finger had somehow already entered her vagina, stirring vigorously. Every time she thought of Yu Feng's ambiguous gaze, she increased the force. Without the barrier of underwear, her vaginal fluids flowed freely, making her thighs appear even smoother and more delicate in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Her hands, stimulating her sensitive areas, gradually felt like they weren't her own anymore. She vaguely felt that Yu Feng's hands were entering and exiting her private parts, playing with her perky buttocks. She felt ashamed of this thought.

"No, how could I think like that? I might be a little lonely, but masturbation is acceptable. Fantasizing about other men is immoral." But the more she tried to stop herself from thinking about Yu Feng, the clearer his image became in her mind, and she increased the pressure in her hands. Her body slowly rose to the clouds, almost reaching the peak again.

"Aunt Ye..."

She heard Yu Feng's voice, but she didn't know if it was real or a fantasy. Based on the tone and intonation of the voice, she created a series of lewd words in her mind, and her fingers penetrated deeper and more violently.

"Aunt Ye, how could you..."

"Ah!" Ye Lian realized that the voice was not something she had imagined, but something that was actually right beside her. She turned her head, and Yu Feng was watching her from outside the door. Her skirt was being lifted up, her left hand fingers were still inside her vagina, as if being tightly bitten and sucked by a thirsty little mouth, and her right hand was gripping one of her buttocks—this scene was displayed without reservation to Yu Feng, an outsider. In an instant, Ye Lian's mind went blank. She had already anticipated the possibility of this happening, yet unexpectedly, she hadn't taken any precautions, not even closing the kitchen door, as if she were hoping to be discovered in this state. At this moment, besides panic, she even felt a strange sense of satisfaction that defied common sense.

"Now everything is over, he saw everything. Now he'll definitely think I'm a shameless prostitute, a slut who's always sexually frustrated. Will he hate me like this? He's still looking at me! My private parts are exposed like this, and now he knows I'm not wearing underwear. Shouldn't I hurry up and tidy myself up and explain to him? But why can't I pull my fingers out? Why do I feel even more excited? — Don't look away, just look at me like that, I'll continue — no, I absolutely can't think like that!"

The two stood there for a long time before Yu Feng came to his senses, turned around, and said, "Auntie... Xiaoyu said she wanted to drink orange juice... iced... I..." He was incoherent and didn't know what to say.

Ye Lian finally snapped out of her daze and hurriedly pulled her fingers out. Her slippery hands smelled faintly sweet and fishy. She hastily hid her left hand behind her back, only to realize that this was a pointless and unnecessary attempt to cover it up. She cleared her throat, trying to appear calm, and said to Yu Feng, "I'm sorry, I... Auntie and my husband have been separated for too long, and there are some things I just couldn't help, so... You're an adult, you can understand some things, right?"

Yu Feng blushed and replied, "Yes... I understand. I won't tell anyone about this, Auntie, you can trust me."

"Thank you," Ye Lian breathed a sigh of relief. Recalling her earlier words, "I couldn't help myself after being separated from my husband for so long," she couldn't help but find it utterly ridiculous. Now, thinking of her husband, she only felt disgust; his slightly overweight figure, increasingly dry and wrinkled skin, and indifferent tone only served to revive her from the pleasure of sex. But thinking this way, Ye Lian felt increasingly guilty. She finally understood that her promiscuity had nothing to do with her husband, and she felt increasingly helpless and lost about her situation.

Seeing Ye Lian's helpless state, Yu Feng knew he couldn't stay any longer, so he said that class was almost over and he had to leave. Ye Lian naturally understood and nodded gently as he left.

[The End]

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