The story of a teacher couple

Liao Yu, Qin An's former homeroom teacher in Class 68 of the junior high school, a young woman who had just given birth, described Qin An as someone who, "Even if you fed me a thousand-year-old ginseng every day, I couldn't control this kid." The Qin An she spoke of was now a student in Class 69 of the junior high school; yes, he had been reborn a few months ago.

Now, although his height was still among the tallest of the children, his soul was completely different from his peers—a mature adult who had experienced many hardships.

The early autumn days were still sunny, though the colors were fading. A refreshing breeze carried through the dappled bamboo grove in the distance, sweeping across the playground, which had been leveled from a low hill, kicking up clouds of dust.

The newly built school building's yellow and white tiles gleamed, and the powerful sound of loudspeakers rang out. Teachers from each class stood in the corridors of the building, watching the boys and girls who couldn't stay still even when lined up on the playground.

"The seventh set of national primary and secondary school broadcast gymnastics, now begin, march in place!" Qin An's arms swayed stiffly to the rhythm. For someone his age, doing such a thing was incredibly childish and ridiculous, yet he had to do it.

The classes stood spaced apart, boys in one row, girls in another.

"Qin An." A mature, feminine female voice rang out, bringing him back to his senses.

Qin An looked up. Before him stood a stunningly beautiful young woman, none other than his former homeroom teacher, Liao Yu. She had a classic oval face, the kind that would later become a trendsetter during the Korean wave. Her long, flowing waves were neatly styled, her breasts, fuller from breastfeeding, swayed gracefully. Her slightly plump waist was voluptuous yet without any excess fat, making her even more alluring. Her large pelvis, with its bulging flesh, accentuated her exaggeratedly round and perky hips.

That figure alone surpassed all other women!

A natural beauty, Qin An naturally assumed, even though he disliked her.

Liao Yu stood at 168 centimeters tall, her gleaming high heels accentuating her already long legs. The shaping effect of the heels added to her sex appeal, making her a sight to behold. Her graceful figure would rival that of Daji or Bao Si in ancient times.

This stunning beauty stood on the steps, forcing the less than 1.6-meter-tall Qin An to look up at her. Her haughty, slightly raised head and the undisguised coldness in her eyes made it impossible for Ren Hao to feel any affection for her.

Liao Yu was secretly furious. For a fleeting moment, she had the illusion that the way this boy had looked at her and his expression were strikingly similar to those male colleagues at school who would secretly drool over her. Although there was no overt lewdness, this undisguised way of admiring her made her very uncomfortable, especially since she already disliked this brat.

"What are you looking at?" Liao Yu asked angrily.

"Nothing... I just think Teacher Liao's postpartum recovery is pretty good. Well, as you get older, you should pay attention to exercising, eating more fiber-rich whole grains, and doing more waist-twisting exercises to maintain your figure. With the autumn winds blowing, the lingering toxins haven't dissipated, so the baby needs to be careful to detoxify and reduce internal heat. You should put some cooling herbal tea in the water." In his previous life, Qin An's resentment towards Liao Yu had long faded with the passage of time. All that remained in his memory was her fiery nature, and he couldn't forget those years when he fantasized about her and wasted his youthful energy on her... But this time, seeing her again, for some reason, Qin An's tone was somewhat frivolous and casual, revealing a disdainful arrogance.

"Ha, you know quite a lot!" Liao Yu laughed instead of getting angry. "You should put that energy into your studies. I want to see how successful you are after transferring classes!" "That's none of your concern." Qin An replied indifferently. Although he had only been kicked out of Class 68 a few days ago, more than twenty years had passed since his rebirth, and Liao Yu's words no longer held any power for him.

Thinking back now, aside from the sense of defeat and humiliation of being kicked out, Qin An felt that he might even be grateful to her. If he hadn't been transferred to another class and continued to get entangled with that noisy, carefree girl, it was uncertain whether his grades would have skyrocketed in his final year of junior high.

Qin An remembered that when he first arrived in Class 69, he ranked below 150 out of more than 200 students in the entire grade. But by the midterm exam, he had entered the top ten in his class, and in the final exam, he ranked 50th in the entire town and in the top ten in the grade in the seven-subject competition among all the middle schools in the town.

At that time, Qin An's best grade was fifth in the grade. His father, Qin Huai, had to step down as the homeroom teacher because he was teaching English to multiple classes, and the Chinese teacher, Teacher Deng, took over. To Qin Huai's delight, Liao Yu actually asked Qin An to transfer back to Class 68, which Qin Huai naturally refused.

Qin An felt that since he could turn his life around like this before, turning a burden into a rocket, he could do it even better now. Math and foreign languages were no problem for him, and physics and chemistry would come back with a little review. As for politics and history, it was just a matter of rote memorization, so he wasn't too worried. The last subject, Chinese, was a bit of a headache for Qin An. However, he wasn't sure he could get a perfect score on the essay, but he was confident he could get at least 35 out of 40.

"Listen to me, don't bother Ye Zhulan anymore. That kid can still get into No. 1 Middle School if she works harder. As for you... hmph." Liao Yu's words were infuriatingly sarcastic. She was enraged by Qin An's attitude. She had never seen a student so disrespectful to a teacher, so utterly disregarding the teacher's authority.

Actually, even without Liao Yu's words, Qin An had already lost interest in the little girl whose features he could barely recall.

In his previous life, Qin An had occasionally pondered this pointless question in his spare time—should he make up for lost memories after being reborn?

The answer before was yes, but now that he was truly reborn, he found himself completely uninterested in the little girl from his middle school days, who was a generation gap between them, and he certainly wouldn't indulge in any of those perverse hobbyist ideas about raising a little girl.

Qin An yawned, ignoring Liao Yu, choosing silence as the best policy.

The effect was undeniably impressive. His age advantage, coupled with Qin An's past life as a seasoned, weathered man, meant that this seemingly gentle compromise was actually a masterful application of Tai Chi's principle of using softness to overcome hardness. Liao Yu felt like she'd punched cotton, her frustration trapped in her chest with nowhere to vent.

Just as they finished their exercises, Qin An turned and walked away with his hands in his pockets, further infuriating the panting Liao Yu. She paused, took another deep breath, and then strode off towards the teachers' building, her smooth, jade-like legs clicking rapidly. The quick, crisp sound of her high heels echoed down the corridor, revealing the former female teacher's agitated mood.

...

However, a few days later, Qin An, having rekindled his childlike joy by building a powerful slingshot, remembered this incident and, with a mischievous grin, wandered around to the back of the north dormitory building, searching for Liao Yu's window. He couldn't remember the exact location of Liao Yu's house and didn't want to ask, fearing he might leave a suspicious clue.

Qin An squinted, habitually rubbing his chin, but the sharp stubble was gone. He roughly estimated the location of Liao Yu's house, wandering around peeking around until he saw a maternity nightgown and a milky-white bra that was easily a G-cup. Qin An was certain.

Liao Yu liked to grow plants in her spare time; there was a large vase of cactus on the balcony, contained in an earthenware pot.

Qin An hid behind a tree, carefully aiming. His slingshot skills… "Bang!"—naturally excellent.

The earthenware pot shattered instantly, shards of tile, dirt, and cactus falling in a shower.

Liao Yu emerged from the balcony. Her oval face, devoid of the solemnity of a teacher's expression, held a mixture of confusion and shock, yet she remained strikingly beautiful. A pink nightgown revealed her fair shoulders and beautifully defined collarbones. The nightgown, draped over her high, firm breasts, swayed loosely in the breeze, the silk hem occasionally brushing against her lower abdomen, yet showing no sign of postpartum swelling.

Qin An couldn't help but admire her; her postpartum recovery was remarkable. This woman was truly a natural beauty.

Upon seeing him, Liao Yu offered an innocent smile, then shook her head with a smug expression, indicating it was none of her business.

Liao Yu's eyebrows furrowed, her anger barely concealed. She refused to believe it had nothing to do with Qin An. Her cactus was completely finished, and Qin An had just happened to be there watching?

But she had no evidence. Judging from Qin An's appearance, it wasn't something that could be easily intimidated into admitting it. Liao Yu suppressed her anger, glared at Qin An, and left the balcony. However, she opened a crack in the door to secretly peek, hoping to catch him red-handed if he did anything else.

Qin An chuckled, unzipped his pants, and pulled out a penis that was clearly much larger than his peers'. He then began to urinate.

Ren Hao deliberately urinated forcefully, simultaneously raising his penis, which actually urinated three or four meters away... a strong and enviable penis.

Liao Yu's naturally alluring phoenix eyes visibly froze, her cheeks quickly flushing with a blush. She cursed under her breath and retreated somewhat hastily from the crack in the door. Leaning against the wall, she felt a little flustered and pressed her full breasts, her heart pounding.

Qin An was unrestrained in his teasing of this young woman, unaware that she had been celibate for a long time, and the ripples of desire aroused within her had not subsided for a long time.

Shaking his large, plump penis, Qin An looked down and saw that it was almost the same size as when he was an adult, with dense feathers, unlike the featherless little penises of his peers. No wonder Liao Yu ran away after just one glance.

Qin An was a little embarrassed; he had forgotten about his precocious reproductive system… If it were just a young, immature penis, it could be attributed to childish behavior, but it was already this big. Wasn't that blatant indecent behavior? Feeling

somewhat embarrassed, he hurried home, ate dinner, and from then on, Qin An studied diligently and didn't play much with his classmates. It wasn't that he had no goals in this life; his goals were quite ambitious.

Money, the more the better. Having been reborn, he was determined to be a superior person. Qin An was just an ordinary man.

With money, one can enjoy the best material things and women in the world. Although he had a wife and daughter in his previous life, it wasn't a happy one. His wife wasn't virtuous, and his daughter wasn't a sweet little angel… The only feeling Qin An had after having children was the hardship his parents endured. Therefore, his first goal in this life was to be filial, the most important virtue.

Ordinary days always fly by.

On Saturday, Qin An paid the registration fee to attend a painting class. His first plan to earn money was to draw comics.

Unexpectedly, the painting class teacher was Liao Yu's husband, Luo Bofu, a graduate of the Fine Arts Department of Hunan Normal University.

It was said that he had held art exhibitions. He remembered thinking Luo Bofu was quite remarkable when he first heard of him in his previous life, but from his current perspective, it was a different story. Luo Bofu's exhibitions were clearly not very successful; otherwise, he wouldn't be stuck as an art teacher in a high school.

Even a county-level top high school wouldn't place too much emphasis on "miscellaneous" subjects like art; they just needed a professional teacher to enhance the school's image.

However, Qin An didn't care how skillfully the other person could teach. Once you get the basics of painting, the rest depends on the individual. At least learning a little would prevent you from being completely lost, and having a general framework would help you determine the direction of your efforts.

Luo Bofu taught at the town's junior high school on Saturdays, essentially working part-time to earn some extra money. Considering Liao Yu also taught music, the couple had a considerable income boost.

Qin An couldn't help but be gossipy, occasionally thinking that Liao Yu and her husband probably met while working in the arts. After all, while Luo Bofu wasn't exactly dashing, he was tall and fair-skinned, and with his artistic aura, he could easily charm many women in heat.

The painting class area had been decorated by Luo Bofu, displaying several of his prized works. On the main wall was an oil painting of a nude woman, which immediately elicited a murmur of surprise from the students.

The girls turned away shyly, while the boys secretly peeked, probably blushing, their hearts pounding, and perhaps a little aroused.

Qin An walked to the oil painting and looked at it carefully. Why did this voluptuous young woman's figure, without revealing her breasts or pubic hair, so resemble Liao Yu's?

Could it be that she even included some intimate details between husband and wife? Art students are truly unpredictable.

While the students were painting, Lobov went to the music class next door to watch Liao Yu teach sheet music. The couple seemed to be getting along well. Qin An lowered his head and began to recall the popular manga—Bleach—and tried to draw the male protagonist. It wasn't

until Lobov came in to announce the break that Qin An stretched, looked at his work, and shook his head.

Far from good enough. He'd better study hard while he was young and his mind was sharp.

...

Heavy work was necessary, but occasional leisure was also needed to alleviate the boredom and even frustration of his studies.

That day, Qin An leisurely rested on the soft grass. As the setting sun cast its golden glow on the mountains, he rose and strolled slowly towards the teaching building, carrying his sketchbook.

The dance class had just finished their lesson. There weren't a single boy in the dance class; they were too ashamed to learn dance, always thinking it was something only girls liked.

He overheard them talking about Liao Yu, the dance teacher. She was indeed a talented singer and dancer, but unfortunately, her Chinese language teaching wasn't very good, that was Qin An's impression.

Qin An didn't want to run into Liao Yu. After lingering for a while and finding her gone, he entered the teaching building. He had left behind a 4B pencil, which cost one yuan—equivalent to his daily allowance.

Approaching the art classroom, Qin An suddenly heard an argument. Judging from the voices, it seemed to be Luo Bofu and Liao Yu. Qin An

enjoyed watching the drama, especially the domestic affairs of beautiful women. So he went to the window and gently parted the curtains.

It's a man's nature to always first admire the stunningly beautiful married woman, as radiant as an oriental pearl.

Liao Yu wore a light gray, tight-fitting dance outfit, a white shirt tied around her waist, and tight-fitting capri pants resembling white stockings. Her thighs, honed from frequent dancing, were firm and rounded, thick in the thighs and thin in the calves. The white stockings bulged under her thighs, the muscles not unsightly but exuding a healthy allure. A small portion of her snow-white calves was exposed below, slender and without any visible muscle definition. Even without high heels, she didn't appear short, and her skin was delicate and translucent like jade.

She crossed her arms over her chest, making her breasts, heaving from breastfeeding, appear even fuller and more voluptuous. The shirt tied around her waist made them appear even more slender, and the exaggerated curves of her mature hips connected to her waist. The extreme sexiness of her curves often made one wonder if she could bend her entire body freely when making large dance moves, and it also made one fantasize about the undulating waves of flesh that her large breasts and plump buttocks would create.

Because of her regular dance practice, Liao Yu recovered her figure exceptionally well after childbirth, without needing Qin An's repeated reminders. Her round, plump buttocks, a result of postpartum care, possessed a unique allure, practically off the charts.

Lobov, a head taller than Liao Yu, had a striking physique, his buzz cut making him appear particularly energetic. However, his lecherous expression was somewhat repulsive, at least that's the look Liao Yu was currently wearing.

"Look how long we've been apart, husband and wife. Since you had your baby, we haven't been intimate for a year and a half..." Lobov said, walking over to hug Liao Yu.

Liao Yu frowned in disgust, forcefully pushing Lobov away, coldly scoffing, "Are you cured?" Her mockery was undisguised.

"I'm cured... I'm cured. Didn't we agree not to mention it? I'll never do it again." Lobov feigned sincere remorse, Liao Yu's postpartum figure only fueling his desire.

"Don't disgust me! You know my temper. I haven't divorced you only for our daughter's sake!" Liao Yu showed no mercy.

Lobov finally lost his patience, his face darkening.

Listening to their argument, Qin An understood what had happened. During Liao Yu's pregnancy, Lobov had joined a local art association and had a relationship with a model who frequently worked part-time there… Unfortunately, this so-called model was just a prostitute with a sexually transmitted disease. Qin An,

somewhat shamelessly eavesdropping, covered his mouth and laughed even more shamelessly after understanding the situation.

Lobov wasn't exactly a saint, but he wasn't so depraved as to contract a disease and then have sex with Liao Yu during her pregnancy. After Liao Yu gave birth, he couldn't hide the fact that he had contracted a sexually transmitted disease from her. Now that he was cured, he couldn't suppress his lust for Liao Yu's fair skin, voluptuous figure.

"Get away!" Liao Yu had a strong aversion to sex and resisted fiercely. Although she had been... especially after seeing Ren Hao's large penis, she was still burning with desire, but now she would rather masturbate herself, using cucumbers and eggplants to satisfy her cravings, than have any more physical contact with her husband.

The two began to pull and tug, Liao Yu trying to swat away her husband's touch like a fly. In desperation, Lobov reached out and tried to forcibly tear open Liao Yu's clothes.

"I'm going to call for help..." The shirt tied around Liao Yu's waist was ripped off by Lobov, revealing her snow-white, supple waist and a slightly concave navel on her flat stomach. There wasn't a single trace of childbirth left; no wonder she dared to wear such a dance outfit.

"Behave yourself! School's over, and it's Saturday. What are you yelling for? Who dares interfere in our marital affairs!" Lobov acted like a little hooligan, saying, "Go ahead and yell, the more you yell, the more excited I get."

Qin An shook his head. He happened to have brought a slingshot with him, so he slowly drew it, pulled it back to about 60%, and with a "whoosh," a steel ball struck Lobov's thighbone.

"Ah!"

Lobov screamed, his cry filled with pain and, more importantly, panic. Qin An knew he was only trying to push Lobov away; he wouldn't hurt him.

"Teacher Lobov, don't you know there's such a thing as marital rape? So, there are always people who meddle." Qin An, slingshot in hand, strolled into the classroom.

Lobov's face turned deathly pale. He didn't know how much Qin An had overheard. If a teacher were exposed for having a sexually transmitted disease, his career would be truly over. "Being a role model for others" was the most basic principle of the teaching profession. A teacher with obvious moral deficiencies was even more unforgivable for their mistakes.

Lobov couldn't imagine how he could face the education system if this got out.

"You...when did you get here..." Lobov stood there stiffly. Liao Yu's eyes were still brimming with tears, but she was also staring blankly at Qin An.

"I know everything I need to know."

"Qin An...you're Qin An, right? Don't tell anyone what happened just now." Lobov's forehead was beaded with sweat, and he forced a smile.

"Oh? What do you mean?" Qin An asked mockingly.

Liao Yu forcefully shook off Lobov's hand, looking at Qin An, then at Lobov, her face filled with worry. If what happened today got out, she would have no face left in the education system.

"You're not fit to be a teacher... Wait, and don't even try to get close to me. My slingshot isn't that powerful, but it can still hit you in the face and give you a few holes in your head... I can basically hit anything I point at in this classroom." After saying that, Qin An personally verified it, skillfully loading and firing in a second. A steel ball grazed past Lobov's ear, hit the wall with a bang, and a large chunk of plaster fell down. The steel ball embedded itself in the cement crack that was exposed after the plaster was removed... Qin An hadn't used his full strength just now!

Lobov clearly heard the whooshing sound beside his ear. He hesitated to approach, hands raised in front of him, his face filled with fear as he stepped aside. "You...you say what you want? As long as you don't tell anyone, whatever your request, I'll try my best to fulfill it." "Nothing."

Lobov was so frightened he didn't quite hear him. He frantically pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket. "Okay...don't tell anyone about today, this money can buy you candy." "You think I...go to hell!"

Qin An had intended to say he was a three-year-old, but a thirteen-year-old wouldn't be much different. He changed his tone: "You think I'm begging?! Get lost!" Lobov gritted his teeth, pulled out all the tuition money he'd received that day, and placed it on the table, thinking, "This thirteen-year-old, can't he handle this thick wad of money?"

Qin An glanced at the thick stack of hundred-yuan bills and sneered, "Take the money and get out! I'll say it again." Forgetting about maintaining a teacher's demeanor in front of Qin An, Luo Bofu gave Liao Yu a look, signaling her to handle it, and hurriedly ran downstairs. The money was left behind.

Now only Liao Yu and Qin An remained in the classroom.

Low sobs filled the air, two lines of tears streaming down Liao Yu's fair face, her wet eyelashes forming a thin line. Even when this beauty cried, she looked pitiful, easily stirring a man's protective instincts and pity.

"Don't cry,"

Qin An's voice was indifferent. He was only a thirteen-year-old boy; wouldn't it be ridiculous to comfort

Liao Yu? Besides, he didn't have any affection for her.

How could Liao Yu possibly hold back? All the grievances she had suffered these past few days, and the humiliation she had inflicted in front of the student she had mocked—how could she bear it?

"If you cry again, I'll pull down your pants, use the rubber bands to make a slingshot, and shoot your ass!" Qin An said viciously, then realized how tempting the scene he had described was.

The voluptuous young woman, so mature it seemed to drip with moisture, pulled down her pants, revealing her plump, round buttocks, which she raised high. Her two large, tightly packed buttocks were white, round, and smooth as jade. As she swayed from side to side, the angle of the shadow between her buttocks gradually changed... Her large white buttocks seemed to be dodging something as they swayed. Small steel balls were gently shot over, leaving deep red and purple marks on them, causing ripples of flesh and eliciting cries of pain like the mournful cry of a cuckoo. The honeyed shame between her buttocks, however, became wet and slick, like new seedlings moistened by spring dew... I wonder how many men could endure such a sexual game. Just thinking about it was exciting, especially the humiliation of treating Liao Yu, a teacher who was originally high and mighty. Qin An, who had been kicked out by her, should be particularly excited.

Qin An felt a surge of desire; his already large penis swelled even more with the fantasies. His precocious nature, especially his "little brother," seemed to expand infinitely, like Sun Wukong's magic staff… Of course, Qin An wouldn't actually

do that. He awkwardly hunched over and glanced at Liao Yu. Liao Yu stared blankly at Qin An. She couldn't believe what she had just heard, but seeing the hint of lust in his eyes, as if she could see the obscene fantasies through his pupils, made her already flushed face burn with embarrassment. Her face felt like it was about to bleed.

"You pervert! You… your father and mother are decent people, how could they have a son like you!?" Liao Yu couldn't help but scold Qin An with shame and anger. A student daring to speak to a female teacher like that was even more unbelievable to Liao Yu than Qin An threatening Lobov with a slingshot earlier.

But the face of this young woman, like a vixen, unconsciously exuded allure.

"Heh, you don't need to worry about that. I'm telling you, this isn't a school, so don't put on airs," Qin An said dismissively. "I'm getting impatient for you." For any teacher, the hardest thing is to bow down in front of students, and Liao Yu was no exception. Gritting her teeth, she felt incredibly uncomfortable under Qin An's disdainful gaze, as if the roles had reversed, and she was the student who had done something wrong and was receiving the teacher's criticism.

"What does this have to do with me... the shameless one is Lobov!" Facing Qin An, who knew her inside and out, Liao Yu didn't bother pretending to defend Lobov. Her anxious, petulant scolding seemed to be an attempt to salvage her dignified teacher image.

"Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately... that's not bad. Quickly draw a clear line with Lobov, lest he actually rape you in your marriage," Qin An sneered, adding insult to injury, "What if he's not fully recovered and you catch it too... haha." Qin An was genuinely gloating.

"You bastard!"

Liao Yu cursed angrily, then lowered her eyes to think deeply. She really did have this idea. She couldn't live with Lobov anymore, so she might as well get a divorce as soon as possible. But now, she was afraid that Qin An would spread the news, and then all her efforts to cover it up would be in vain.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. It wouldn't do me any good to tell anyone, and keeping quiet would be better... at least you wouldn't have the face to act so arrogant in front of me anymore." Qin An's calculations were sound. He didn't take Lobov's money, just put the slingshot behind his back and was about to walk out of the classroom.

"Wait! You! Are you planning to use this as leverage to threaten me!?" Liao Yu was furious. After all, she was a teacher, and that sense of superiority she had when facing students couldn't be easily erased. She was particularly sensitive and couldn't accept Qin An's attitude.

"Don't think I'm afraid of losing face! Anyway, it's not me who's being immoral!" "Aren't you losing face too? Don't worry, I don't need your money, you are..." Qin An pretended to be lecherous, causing the beautiful married woman to shrink back warily.

"I don't need you either, just agree to one small condition." Qin An wasn't in a hurry to leave and stood at the door.

Liao Yu was still reeling from the shock of "wanting you"... She'd seen it for herself. Qin An, this student, had moved beyond the stage of a little hooligan; he was practically an old hooligan, a seasoned veteran. What was the difference between a thirteen-year-old kid and those middle-aged men who occasionally cracked dirty jokes?

And sure enough, her intuition was right. This kid's body did indeed house the soul of a middle-aged man—a former soldier, a low-ranking official in the government, well, an elite middle-aged man.

"Hey, did you understand?"

"You said... I didn't hear you clearly." Liao Yu said, her face stern with annoyance.

"After the midterm exams, if my grades are decent enough to rank in the top ten of the grade, you have to bow down to my dad and beg me to transfer back to Class 68. Of course, I won't agree, but you have to make that gesture. You embarrassed my dad, so you have to make up for it." Qin An spoke eloquently, leaving Liao Yu alone. He wasn't worried that Liao Yu wouldn't accept the condition.

"Is that right? You'll agree to keep it a secret?" Liao Yu, without even changing her dancing shoes, hurriedly caught up to confirm.

Qin An turned around, and Liao Yu, in her haste, bumped into him.

Although Qin An had developed quickly and grown exceptionally tall, Liao Yu was much taller. At this moment, Qin An was only slightly taller than her shoulder. He lifted his leg to walk down the stairs, and his face collided with Liao Yu's chest.

Full, round breasts, with their powerful elasticity, pressed against his face, exuding a strong, intoxicating fragrance with a faint milky scent.

However, Ren Hao had no time to savor the amazing elasticity before being violently thrown back, stumbling and nearly tumbling down the stairs!

These breasts were like springs, incredibly bouncy!

"Ouch..." Liao Yu cried out in pain, clutching her breasts where milk had spilled out, her cheeks involuntarily revealing a charming shyness, her originally pale skin flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

However, Liao Yu's pressing was both forceful and perfectly timed, causing a torrent of milk to gush down her chest!

During her breastfeeding period, Liao Yu wore a soft, lightweight bra, which jiggled while dancing, but thankfully the amount of milk that leaked out was limited and mostly absorbed by the bra. But now… it all seeped out from under her short vest, making her fair waist glisten with milk!

This exaggerated milk flow could only be attributed to Liao Yu's excellent nutrition and unobstructed milk ducts!

And perhaps stimulated by being watched, Liao Yu's mons pubis, dampened by the milk flowing into her vulva, began to secrete a shameful fluid. Of course, this trickle of fluid didn't seep from her deep vagina, but merely moistened her tight vagina.

However, if Liao Yu took large steps at this moment, she could feel the slippery sensation of her folds of flesh moving with each movement.

"Uh... um." Stunned, Qin An hurriedly answered Liao Yu's question, not daring to look any longer at the milk-spraying wife who was still clenching her fists and clamping her legs together, and rushed away.

As for why he didn't take a closer look at the exaggerated, rain-like flow of milk... he was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist raping this voluptuous wife on the spot... Liao Yu stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall, her body somewhat weak and powerless. She dared not touch her own wet, sweet-smelling breasts anymore, and could only watch Qin An flee in absurdity. She remained stunned for a moment until the cooling milk made her chest feel chilly, and her face turned pale, then purple... but mostly a deep, crimson blush of shame!

[The End]

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