[The New Serial Guillotines] Chapter Two

Author: Xiao Qinghe
Published: 2017-12-28
First Published: Yes
Chapter Two: The Secret of the Beautiful Professor
"315" In the late night of the eighth day of the second lunar month, Di Jiao suddenly "sent" me a large sum of money. I
don't really believe in ghosts, but I've heard the legend of ghosts sending money on the eighth day of the second lunar month from elders more than once when I was a child. This
really happened to me. Faced with more than 2.5 million yuan, after more than ten days of investigation and analysis,
I determined that the money was "sent" to me by Di Jiao and decided to accept it conditionally.
To avenge Di Jiao, I need to first investigate the true cause of her death. Based on the many
facts I've discovered and learned, it seems that Di Jiao really did have a godfather—a certain school leader at R University. If Di Jiao was murdered,
then the person who killed her might be her godfather. Secretly finding Di Jiao's godfather, and then secretly finding
evidence of his corruption, and anonymously mailing it to the anti-corruption bureau, would be enough to avenge Di Jiao.
I'd figured out a clear direction: find a sugar daddy. It was already late March. Since the beginning of my junior year, I'd
barely been to campus for over a month, but I'd rediscovered my motivation to go back. Having
entered university under a false identity for the past three years, essentially an undercover agent, I felt like Yang Zirong going up Tiger Mountain,
excitedly returning to class.
April 1st, 2016, was a Friday. I'd returned on Wednesday; my previous absences were due to
hospitalization, a sick leave of over a month. It required some paperwork at the college's academic affairs office—
just a formality—but it took me two days to get it done, and I only attended class on April Fool's Day.
In China, April Fool's Day is deeply understood as a day when you say things without consequence. Many people
say things they wouldn't normally say, revealing the truth. The competition in the advanced class was intense, and the breaks on April Fool's Day
turned into a venting session, with everyone expressing their dissatisfaction.
I've never really understood Western holidays, but fueled by a burning desire to avenge Di Jiao, and caught up in the group's atmosphere,
I couldn't help but blurt out during break time, questioning the story of Tang Xin's accidental fall last year.
As the saying goes, illness enters through the mouth, and disaster comes from the mouth; some things, no matter when you say them, will bring trouble. On Friday night,
after finishing my evening self-study, I went to the cafeteria for a late-night snack when I was suddenly attacked and beaten.
The person who beat me was Zhang Jianwu, a law student from the class of 2013, my classmate but not in the same class. This Zhang Jianwu
was a scoundrel, but he had a Beijing residency permit that allowed him to get into university with low scores, and his family spent a lot of money on him, so he
actually got into a top university. In our country's schools, even top universities, the worse the student, the more popular they
are. This Zhang Jianwu, once in university, did everything except study, never got punished by the school, and even became
a student council officer. Many good students vied to curry favor with him; during exams, all he had to do was cough, and someone would
throw him a cheat sheet.
I hadn't even spoken to Zhang Jianwu before he suddenly beat me up. My immediate thought was that
someone had ordered him to do it, probably because of what I'd said during the day. He beat me until I was sitting on the ground,
clutching my head. When he gestured with his nose as a warning, it was tantamount to admitting that someone had ordered him to teach me a lesson.
Actually, I could easily cripple Zhang Jianwu, but because of my expulsion from my first university and
the fact that I used a false identity to attend university again, I'd constantly reminded myself not to cause trouble since my second university experience.
I'd adhered to this principle for three years of university life, and when Zhang Jianwu suddenly attacked me,
my instinctive reaction was to not retaliate.
After returning to my rented apartment, bruised and battered, I felt increasingly angry and resentful, and I was about to chase after him back to the university for
revenge when I suddenly realized that this beating was worthwhile and timely.
"Oh dear, you've never seen big money before! You've wasted those two and a half million yuan!
Trying to overturn Di Jiao's case is no joke! Just for an April Fool's joke, saying something questioning whether Di Jiao's
fall was an accident—something many others had said at the time—and you got a beating immediately
. Investigating the school leaders with the intention of overturning Di Jiao's case? Isn't that just asking for trouble?"
This unexpected beating actually cleared my head, making me realize I'd made a serious mistake of underestimating the situation
. Thankfully, I hadn't investigated the school leaders yet; the beating was only because I'd said
some inappropriate things on April Fool's Day, and my true intentions hadn't been revealed.
Investigating who Di Jiao's godfather was clearly choosing the hardest mode from the start—high difficulty,
high risk, and Di Jiao might not have been killed by any of her potential godfathers. A more reasonable approach would be to
conduct a covert investigation among the students. This would broaden the scope and make it easier to find clues and evidence. Once strong leads and
evidence are found, they could be submitted to the criminal investigation department to overturn the previous cause of death conclusion. A professional detective
could then reopen the investigation, thus avenging Di Jiao.
Having considered this more reasonable approach, and given that I was just an ordinary university student, and even used a false identity to attend,
I thought it best to find a suitable person to submit the evidence found to the police. Immediately,
I thought of a suitable candidate: Professor Ji, who taught law.
This professor, named Ji Changhong, was thirty-two or thirty-three years old. She was beautiful and elegant,
with a short, professional-looking hairstyle and square-framed glasses. Some said she looked like
Ji Jie from the TV series "Serious Crime Squad," but many more thought she resembled Zhang Min from "Fight Back to School." In short, many boys considered
her their masturbation sweetheart.
Most of the professors in the law school have overseas study experience, and those under forty
are almost all returnees. Professor Ji studied in the United States, graduating with a Juris Doctor degree from Yale University. After graduation, he returned to China to become
a university teacher. When he first started teaching at R University, he was probably under thirty years old. Because of his Juris Doctor degree from a prestigious foreign university, he
was directly promoted to associate professor.
Professor Ji taught several law-related courses, and I took all of his classes from my freshman to junior year. This was not only
because Professor Ji was a good teacher, but also because I developed
a somewhat ambiguous teacher-student relationship with him through a less-than-honorable means.
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Beautiful female teachers always attract a lot of attention from students. When I was a freshman, a sophomore from my hometown told me that
Ji Changhong, hailed as the most beautiful teacher in the law school, was from Shanghai. She graduated from Liaoning University with a bachelor's degree and from
Fudan University in Shanghai with a master's degree. Later, she was admitted to Yale Law School for her doctorate. Because of her long years of study, she was still unmarried.
After returning to China, she had a boyfriend named Lian Wei, who was a criminal investigator in the city's major crimes unit.
Before the National Day holiday in my first semester of freshman year, I accidentally saw Ms. Ji's QQ
number. Being the type of guy who's attracted to beautiful female teachers, based on what I'd heard about Ms. Ji's resume, I made up a
fictitious identity: that I graduated from Liaoning University in the 1990s, went on to graduate school at the same university, and stayed on as
a teacher after graduating with my master's degree. I even created a QQ number specifically for Ms. Ji and added her on QQ.
The trick I used is something many students have tried with beautiful female teachers: anonymously chatting with them online
to uncover their secrets and try to develop a flirtatious relationship under the student's guise.
I'm not encouraging this, but those who have the opportunity can try it. In fact, most female teachers have
a desire to express another side of themselves online.
There's an instinctive sense of closeness among classmates, and using my fictional online identity, I easily
started chatting with Teacher Ji on QQ. As expected, yet also an unexpected bonus, we quickly developed a BDSM relationship
. Teacher Ji has a strong masochistic tendency, fundamentally due to her profession; in fact, many female teachers have
masochistic tendencies stemming from their profession.
Teacher Ji and I developed a BDSM connection, which quickly escalated into an online BDSM master-slave relationship, but we implicitly
agreed to remain online and never meet in real life.
After establishing a virtual master-slave relationship without ever meeting in person, my chat with Teacher Ji upgraded from text to
voice and video. I only used voice messages, and Teacher Ji always made me watch her on video, never
showing my face, but usually only wearing underwear. She also liked me to swear at her during our chats. Actually,
many married women online enjoy chatting like this.
Everyone has many secrets, and some secrets that must be absolutely hidden in real life can be
confided to a pure online friend. As the chat mode upgraded to voice and video, Teacher Ji gradually told me
many of her private matters. It was essentially a SM-like online relationship, so some of the specific things Teacher Ji told me
were things she longed to do but hadn't.
I created a fictitious identity, added Teacher Ji on QQ, and quickly discovered many of her secrets
. My initial goal was successfully achieved. At the end of my sophomore year, I fabricated a reason for going abroad to pursue a doctorate
, no longer using the fictitious identity, and also created a flawless reason to ask Teacher Ji to look after the real
me at school.
After my fictional self went abroad, Professor Ji genuinely started taking care of me, leading to more opportunities for contact. By
the second semester of my sophomore year, we had developed a somewhat ambiguous teacher-student relationship.
In reality, Professor Ji and my fictional self were just online friends. After a few months of not chatting online,
she forgot about my fictional self. Since I had developed a real-life ambiguous relationship with Professor Ji, I naturally forgot about my
fictional self, but of course, I remembered the secrets Professor Ji had told me.
In reality, Professor Ji, having studied law, has a very strong sense of justice. Di Jiao was once Professor Ji
's student, and when the conclusion that Di Jiao died from an accidental fall was announced last year, Professor Ji seemed to be the only teacher who publicly expressed strong doubts
. Professor Ji also has a boyfriend who is a criminal investigator, so if I can find
strong evidence proving that Di Jiao did not die from an accidental fall, Professor Ji will definitely help me pass it on to the criminal investigation department.
I needed to find clues and evidence independently first. I didn't tell Teacher Ji about this, which involuntarily
brought back memories of the evening after May Day in the second semester of my freshman year, when I
chatted with Teacher Ji on QQ using a fictional identity. That night, Teacher Ji told me more of her secrets, and
the feeling of chatting with me was the most passionate.
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After May Day in the second semester of my freshman year, Teacher Ji's classes ended early, and she was temporarily transferred to a
teaching support group to teach at a university in Northwest China. In reality, it was more of a formality; most of the time was spent in the hotel
, and when traveling, she could only pass the time online.
That evening, after dinner, I went on QQ and saw that Teacher Ji was online. I sent her
a greeting emoji, and Teacher Ji immediately replied with a smiley face emoji. We chatted for a bit via text.
Ms. Ji mentioned that she had spent the entire day in her hotel room because of the rain. I sent her a video call request, which she immediately
accepted.
Once connected on QQ, I noticed she was only wearing a bodysuit. Taking advantage of our online master-slave
relationship, I jokingly asked her to put on stockings and high heels.
She sent me a head-knocking emoji, and Ms. Ji immediately complied, putting on silver high
heels and flesh-gray stockings that matched the bodysuit. Ms. Ji was clearly
aroused, which is why she was more revealing on video. The bodysuit had an open crotch, and since she was alone
in her hotel room that night, she was wearing a bra but no underwear, temporarily wearing a
black skirt over her lower body.
While dressing as I instructed, Ms. Ji temporarily turned off the QQ video call. After getting dressed according to my instructions
, she stood in front of the window with the curtains drawn, took a few photos with her phone at a distance, and then
sent them to me. Of course, her face was blurred. While she was getting dressed and taking photos, she temporarily
turned off QQ video. After she finished taking the photos and sent them to me, Teacher Ji reconnected with me on QQ video and
we continued our voice chat.
Teacher Ji sighed and said, "Sigh, before I went on this business trip, I thought I could finally have some freedom, but after
only a few days, I feel really bored. The only thing that's free is that it's convenient to chat online, so
I didn't go out all day today. I turned on the computer as soon as I came back after dinner, and you came online as soon as I opened QQ
..."
I interrupted, saying, "We're destined to meet. Actually, we've been chatting quite
well online, but we've never met in real life. If we actually met and slept together, we'd probably lose contact very quickly."
Teacher Ji replied, "Yeah, people you meet online, if you meet in real life and sleep together, it usually doesn't last
long. Once you stop having sex, you lose contact."
Since the conversation had turned to sex, I seized the opportunity to ask, "Hey, last time you said your husband really wanted to take you to
do couple swapping. Last time, before you could finish that, you
had to log off. Um, did you two actually do it? Don't try to fool me, we've been chatting so well, I know you pretty well."
Teacher Ji wasn't actually married; what she talked about online as couple swapping was just her fantasy.
Women in the SM community often talk about things they fantasize about online, but there's
a big difference between wanting and doing.
Teacher Ji laughed and replied, "Mmm, I can't lie to you! Over the past few years, he's definitely had that idea
, and I quickly accepted it, but we've never actually done it. You know, I'm
a bit special in that area. Swapping is a four-person thing, and for me, finding a suitable target is quite difficult."
I grinned mischievously and said, "I know, you not only like being fucked, but you also like being manipulated by men. But you
're not quite a pure submissive, so I have to manipulate you in a suggestive way. If I go too far, you get annoyed. That
kind of dynamic is actually quite hard to strike!"
Teacher Ji laughed and replied, "Yes, yes, yes… you're absolutely right, that's exactly who I am. But
…" "After all, I'm getting older, and my liking for men to play with me has gotten a bit more intense now
..."
I quickly interjected, "Really? Then tell me specifically, how have you gotten more intense in this regard?"
Teacher Ji thought for a moment, "Well... for example, my husband has developed my anus in the past few years,
and I quite enjoy it, having people play with my anus..."
I pretended to be surprised and said, "Wow, you can even have your ass fucked! It seems you've really become
more and more wanton now, not only liking to have your ass fucked, but also liking to have your ass played with!"
Teacher Ji liked men to swear at her when chatting online, and when I mentioned vulgar words, she couldn't help
but groan. Taking advantage of the situation, I asked her to show her breasts on the video. Ms. Ji pretended to refuse a few
times, but pulled down the bra inside her shaping underwear without pulling down her outer bra as well. The upper part of the bra had a mesh
structure, and her two full, gourd-shaped breasts were almost completely exposed.
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Ms. Ji showed her breasts on the video and continued to chat with me via voice. The conversation was still following the rhythm of our feelings
, and the feeling of chatting became more direct. I quickly steered the topic back to the couple swapping that had involuntarily drifted off to earlier
.
I asked probingly, "Last time you said your husband had wanted to do wife-swapping for several years. Since he
'd already encouraged you to accept it, why hasn't it happened yet?"
Teacher Ji replied, "Actually, it's mainly because of him. I told you before, my husband
, to put it in Beijing slang, is the kind of guy who's very virile. His... well, it's quite long, but also quite thin. He's
pretty strong in that area, but because it's thin, once I turned thirty, he couldn't satisfy me anymore. That's one factor in his thinking about wife-
swapping. He also wanted to be with other women; you know how men are. If you really want to do it..." " It's actually quite easy to achieve,
but every time we chatted online and things were almost over, he would change his mind and we wouldn't meet."
Teacher Ji continued, "I met a couple younger than us in a couples' group before.
I can't remember their online names, but they were from Chaoyang, Liaoning. The woman was quite pretty. Men all want to be with younger women,
and he really wanted to be with her. But the man was a truck driver, and when it came time to meet, he
felt like he was losing out by letting a driver from out of town sleep with him. So he changed his mind again right before we met."
Teacher Ji continued, "Later, in that same group, I met..." A couple from Beijing,
with similar social status to us, their online names were something like... something middle-aged, and the man worked at the Academy of Sciences.
The four of us, including this couple, got along quite well, but when it came time to meet, he
changed his mind because the other man's...things were bigger and thicker than his.
I couldn't help but interject, "Hey, this couple you mentioned, you've told me about them before, right?"
Pushing aside her exposed breasts, Teacher Ji pondered for a moment, "Ah...I remember now,
their QQ name was 'Playful Middle-Aged,' back then..." I got along quite well with the couple. I called
the man "Middle-aged Brother" and the woman "Sister Xin."
Following up on what Teacher Ji said, I thought for a while and asked for confirmation, "Is it true that you
told me before that the man went to university quite young, in the 1980s, during the time when prodigy education was popular,
one of those prodigies selected who didn't become geniuses but got into the Chinese Academy of Sciences? The woman works for a foreign company, isn't very tall,
has a great figure, is very beautiful, has a very good temperament, and a very good personality. But you didn't tell me before that
you two met around the same time..."
"Yes, it's this couple!" Teacher Ji interrupted me, nodding at me in front of the video.
"Your memory is amazing. I think I just mentioned it casually, and you remember it so clearly."
I said with a mischievous grin, "I remember you said this middle-aged man was quite fun, with a very
strong sex drive and a really powerful penis, able to fuck for a long time. His wife is a nice person, and you two are quite close
, practically friends in real life..."
Teacher Ji nodded and said, "Yes, yes, his wife is a nice person. She only
started this because her husband's sex drive is so strong, but she has a very good relationship with him. We've never swapped with them, but I've
done it with them once..."
"Ah..." I couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, and hurriedly asked, "Really? You even
did a threesome with them? You never told me about this."
Teacher Ji smiled somewhat embarrassedly, and after a while, she responded, "My middle-aged wife and I
got along quite well online. Later, she persuaded me to have sex with them. Actually, it was just me and the middle
-aged man, but we hadn't chatted much online. His wife was worried I'd be nervous, so she joined in.
The middle-aged man was really good; his penis wasn't huge, but it could stay hard for a long time. After one time, I felt
I couldn't take it anymore, and it was behind my husband's back, so we only did it once. Oh dear, that time I really couldn't hold on. The middle-aged man
fucked my front and back for quite a long time, making me..."
I interrupted, "Just say what you want to say." "Well, actually, that's what you like to say!"
Teacher Ji glared at me in the video, then smiled and repeated as I prompted, "Okay, okay, in
the words you want to hear, it was that time the three of us did it, the middle-aged man used his dick to fuck my pussy and asshole,
and in the end, he fucked me so badly I couldn't get out of bed, okay?"
I said with a wicked smile, "Actually, that's what you wanted to say! Also, don't forget, I'm your master!"
Teacher Ji responded with a smile, "Yes, yes, you're my master, I'm your submissive, I have to
say what you want..."
What Teacher Ji said about playing couple swapping was actually her fantasy, but what she told me about playing threesomes with a couple
was probably real. Therefore, following my emphasis, she repeated it more directly,
and couldn't help but become more excited.
I took the opportunity to emphasize the master-slave relationship, and said to Teacher Ji in a commanding tone, "Well, you only
pulled down your bra earlier, now pull down your outer bra too, and show both your breasts!"
Teacher Ji was already excited at this point, actually wanting me to make this request to her. She immediately stood up from the chair
, pulled down her bra, and completely exposed her two full, gourd-shaped breasts. Taking advantage of Teacher Ji standing up from
the chair, I suggested that she sit on the table in front of her, and Teacher Ji thought about it and did so.
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Teacher Ji sat on the table in a more relaxed posture, completely exposing her breasts, and continued
to chat with me about sexual topics via voice, her words becoming more direct.
I asked, with obvious hints, "You and your husband have been doing partner swapping, but it hasn't happened yet.
You actually really want to try a threesome, right?"
Ms. Ji replied, "Yeah, I'm considered pretty avant-garde among my peers. My husband dragged me into this
circle, and after getting to know it a bit, I'd like to try some of the more exciting methods. But, you know
, I can't really say what I want to do, I've never actually tried any."
I said, "That was in the past. Now you should have some ideas about what you want to do, right?"
Ms. Ji thought for a moment and said, "Hmm…you know, I've always liked having men domineering me. Now I
'm always thinking about having more than one man domineering me, but not too many, maybe two or three."
I said with a wicked smile, "So you want to do a group sex, but not primarily about fucking you. To be specific, one man
fucks you, and two or three men domineering you. While they're playing with you, they're talking to each other about how good it feels to fuck your pussy and asshole,
and they're even asking you how comfortable it is." "Not feeling well? Is this the kind of thing you want to do?"
Teacher Ji groaned involuntarily and nodded in response, "Yes, that's exactly the feeling you're describing. For example,
like right now, I'm wearing revealing and sexy clothes, and three men are fucking me while simultaneously posing me in various ways, basically
trying to ravage me in different ways, forcing me to be wanton even if I don't want to. After they've got me all horny on the table, they
'll make me bend over on the bed, and they'll take turns fucking me with their dicks, then ravage me with their dicks in various ways."
Teacher Ji prompted... She asked sexually, "If three men were to do this to you, what would you call
them? Would you feel more excited if you called them something vulgar?"
Teacher Ji thought for a moment and said, "Well, that's how it is. I imagine the men who are doing this to me are forcing me
to call them 'daddy' or 'father.' Actually, I've thought about that before. For example, when they're making me feel so uncomfortable,
I'd beg them and say, 'Daddys, dear daddies, please have mercy on me, don't torture me anymore, I'll let you fuck me as much as you want
.'" "Every time I think like this, I feel incredibly excited because I think I must look particularly promiscuous."
I said with a mischievous grin, "You told me you wouldn't accept men younger than you, is that why?"
Teacher Ji smiled and shook her head, saying, "No! Two or three years ago, I had finished my studies, and at
least I felt quite young. I thought young women generally preferred mature men. After working for
a few years, I'm almost forty now. Women are afraid of turning forty, but I'm not like that anymore
. I can accept men younger than me now. Sigh, looking back now,
it was quite childish of me not to agree to meet you because I thought you were two or three years younger than me."
I actually wanted to avoid this topic, so I quickly changed the subject and said to Teacher Ji, who was sitting at the table,
"You've been sitting at the table for a while, and you seem a bit uncomfortable. Why don't you sit on the sofa in the back?"
Teacher Ji, of course, understood what I meant. She stepped onto the chair next to her, moved off the table, and sat on the sofa on the west side of the table
. After we started video chatting, Ms. Ji, probably worried about being disturbed, turned off the main light in the room,
leaving only the desk lamp on. The sofa was a bit far from the table, so Ms. Ji sat on the sofa with her legs drawn up,
her upper body half-hidden in the shadows. We were getting quite excited, so I didn't ask her to turn the light back on.
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As the conversation turned to sex, Ms. Ji sat on the sofa, and the topic shifted to threesomes. I had previously
told Ms. Ji about my experience with a couple, Mr. and Mrs. Yu, during my first semester of university. Of course,
I was now pretending to be Ms. Ji in the conversation. The conversation escalated further, and Ms. Ji, with a curious
mind, asked about my experiences with threesomes.
I said, "The Ms. Miao I told you about before is similar to Ms. Xin you know. She also
got involved because her husband had a strong sex drive and they had a good relationship. She's actually a genuinely respectable woman."
" Woman. It's been two or three years since then. I went to Dalian on a business trip and met with the couple.
We'd already gotten to know each other quite well since we'd done it a few times before. They invited me to their house, and we had another threesome..."
Teacher Ji interjected with a wicked smile, "Yeah, so how did you do it with her? This woman you're talking about, in
front of her husband, was she slutty when you were doing it with her? To be honest, I really can't imagine
what it would be like for a woman to be fucked by someone else in her own home, in front of her husband..."
I thought for a moment and said, "Well, that Sister Miao, she was a real mature woman from the Lang family, but she
was over thirty at the time, and her husband had a strong sex drive, so of course she really wanted to be fucked. That time, she was quite passive at first. Her
husband stripped her naked first, and then I took care of her first. She started like she was being raped, but she quickly
became horny. You can't imagine what she's like when she's horny, but you can..." "I can understand, actually
, married women of this age all like to be played with by men..."
Teacher Ji urged anxiously, "Oh, I understand, tell me quickly, how promiscuous is she, and
how do you and her husband deal with her?"
I deliberately kept her in suspense, and also took the opportunity to think for a moment, "Sister Miao likes to be spanked. That time, her husband
stripped her naked first, then I made her kneel with her buttocks sticking up, and I put an anal plug in her anus and
vagina..." They put in a vibrating egg, clipped her nipples with clamps, and then whipped her buttocks with a belt. After her husband and I whipped
her like that, she cried out and reached orgasm, and then we let her do whatever she wanted!
Teacher Ji couldn't help but groan twice, then said with a wicked smile, "Wow, so wanton! Tell me,
how else did you guys play with her?"
I thought for a moment, then continued, "Later, Miao's husband and I made her wear stockings and high
heels, bend over, and lie face down..." On the living room table, we took turns fucking her from behind, of course, both her vagina and anus were fucked.
While we were fucking her, Miao's second sister called. Brother Yu's personality is quite unconventional; he probably wanted to fuck
his sister-in-law for a long time, and this was a good opportunity, so he let me fuck his wife's anus while she
talked to her second sister on the phone. Miao was able to accept this because she liked it, so after I fucked her anus and
she finished talking to her second sister, she immediately became incredibly aroused.
Teacher Ji couldn't help but groan a few more times, then said with considerable emotion, "It seems that women in the married couples' circle,
especially those who have been married for a while, all have a bit of a masochistic tendency. Actually, I've also fantasized about being fucked by other men
while talking to my female friends or colleagues on the phone; just thinking about it makes me feel very excited, but I've never actually
done it."
I said, "After that time we did that, Miao said that while being fucked, she talked to her second sister
on the phone..." She was on the phone, afraid her sister would hear the sounds of her being fucked, yet she was being fucked in the ass, gritting her teeth to
suppress the sounds, trying to speak calmly to her sister. This almost-breakdown was also
incredibly exciting for her! "You feel that way too, right?"
Teacher Ji nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I've fantasized about it too. The feeling you're describing must also
excite me. But, if I actually did it, I might not be able to!"
I seized the opportunity to say, "Then you bend over, lie on the sofa, expose your pussy and breasts, touch your pussy, and call
your husband!" Of course,
Teacher Ji wouldn't call her husband. She proactively unbuttoned the bottom of her shapewear, took off
the short skirt she was wearing, and lifted it up to her waist, completely exposing her genitals. She knelt on the sofa with her buttocks raised, maintaining
this seductive posture, and continued to let me tell her about the threesome I had with Brother Yu and his wife.
Actually, I was making this up as I thought about it, but based on my true experience of having a threesome with Brother Yu and his wife,
I added exaggerated elements. Teacher Ji listened with great empathy, and couldn't help but touch her genitals, entering
an even more excited state.
Under my verbal stimulation, Teacher Ji quickly reached orgasm by touching herself, and my passionate narration naturally came to an end.
Teacher Ji temporarily turned off the video and went to the bathroom to wash her genitals. She returned shortly after, washed her face, and was no longer in
a state of excitement. She reconnected to the QQ video and started chatting with me normally.
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I needed to find clues and evidence independently before I could ask Teacher Ji for help to hand them over to the police.
The process of investigating secretly on my own would definitely be fraught with difficulties, but with a clear direction and what was equivalent to having backup, I had confidence and assurance
. After calmly considering the situation, I realized there were three things I needed to resolve: move out of
the apartment where Di Jiao had lived as soon as possible, properly handle the 2.5 million yuan, and pass the entrance exam for the "base class" for postgraduate studies in May.
"Base class" is a general term; many university departments have it, and the specifics vary. R University
's law school, with its undergraduate education based on a new concept, broke down professional limitations. In other words, the undergraduate program only offered law as a major, and
in practice, the master's program also only offered law as a major. This is the current practice for most law departments. Another new concept is
to focus on postgraduate education. Based on the fact that both undergraduate and master's programs only offered law as a major, a special
"22" model base class was established for the 2013 undergraduate cohort. Students entered through a special exam in their second year, requiring them to
complete their undergraduate courses a year early. Failing courses would result in being relegated to a regular class. Graduating a year early allowed direct entry to postgraduate
studies, and the master's program was shortened to two years, making it both a master's and a base class program.
The undergraduate students of the 2013 cohort of the law school took the same courses. In their first year, similar to high school,
they were divided into ten classes based on the number of students. In their second year, two "base classes" were selected: Class 1 and Class 2. These "22"
model base classes were specially established for this cohort. At the end of the second semester of their third year, they
would collectively pursue postgraduate studies in a combined bachelor's and master's program. The classes would not be broken up, and they would remain as base classes after entering postgraduate studies. Previously,
a batch of students would be eliminated each semester, and there was still an elimination rate for postgraduate studies. Therefore, in late May of their third year, a special
postgraduate entrance examination was held.
I had to study intensively to prepare for the exam, secretly gather clues, and even quietly move and hide money.
For two months, from early April to the end of May, I was incredibly busy, only getting three or four hours of sleep each day
.
The beautiful landlady, Qiao Hong, who was of mixed Chinese and French descent, probably didn't
want to sell the large house anymore after several months of unsold inventory, so she decided to move back in herself. This gave me even more reason to move out, and I smoothly returned
the apartment to my school dormitory. Given the possibility of encountering danger at any time, it was necessary to
prepare for multiple escape routes. I secretly rented a small apartment in a high-rise building with an elevator in the same complex, and also
secretly rented a secluded apartment in a nearby urban village.
Shortly after returning from winter break, I moved off-campus because I didn't like going back to campus. I didn't intend
to stay off-campus indefinitely, so I lied and took a long sick leave, claiming to be hospitalized.
None of the teachers or classmates at school knew I was living off-campus. I had stayed in the apartment where Di Jiao had lived for two months; excluding Di Jiao, only
I knew this. Even the landlady didn't know Di Jiao's true identity, so the possibility of getting into trouble was very small. I
secretly rented apartments in this residential complex and another in an urban village,
keeping them secret from the start.
It took me a whole day to count the money in my travel bag:
2,563,600 yuan. Keeping so much cash in unoccupied apartments was obviously not an option; secretly
investigating Di Jiao's true cause of death could easily lead to trouble or even danger, and I might have to flee at any time. Putting it
all in the bank wasn't an option either. I was
actually worried about having too much money. I pondered for two or three days but couldn't come up with a clear and feasible solution, so I decided
to spend it first. I used the remaining 60,000 yuan to buy a brand-new smartphone, and
deposited the remaining 50,000 yuan into a bank account opened using my second university ID.
Considering I used a fake identity to attend university, I hadn't activated WeChat or Alipay since then
. Now that I had a large sum of money and had just bought a new smartphone, I asked a classmate to help me activate WeChat
Pay and Alipay.
I was truly stumped about what to do with the 2.5 million yuan. I had no choice but to divide it into several parts and
hide it temporarily. Money is indeed omnipotent; it might be useful in investigating the true cause of Di Jiao's death.
This temporary solution seemed appropriate.
Having abandoned the "godfather" line, I now had another: Zhang Jianwu's involvement in ordering people to beat me. Having dealt with the house and money matters, I diligently reviewed my studies while secretly 　　conducting an investigation
among the students along this line . Two 　　months passed in a blur of activity. In mid-May, I successfully passed the postgraduate entrance exam and 　　also passed the condensed version of my graduation defense. Having finished my undergraduate studies a year early and simultaneously been admitted to a master's program, I 　　was naturally very happy. However, what excited me even more was that, following the lead of Zhang Jianwu's beating of me, after two 　　months of extensive investigation, I had found a powerful clue sufficient to avenge Di Jiao. 　　[attach]3009395[/attach] 　　(Figure 207) 　　In the two specially established base classes of the 2013 cohort, three students were admitted through connections. Gao Ming's mother 　　was Jia Hongge, nicknamed "Grandpa Jia," the director of the law school's student affairs office; Lao Tao's father was Lao Xiangwen, nicknamed " 　　Yang Bailao," the director of the law school's dormitory management office; and Fang Xiaodong's father was Fang Qingcai, nicknamed "Fang Xieyan'er," 　　the director of the law school's Marxist philosophy research office. Not only were they all children of officials, but their parents were also school leaders. 　　After entering university, these three boys not only spent their days playing, but also acted recklessly and without restraint. 　　Last Christmas Eve, Gao Ming, Lao Tao, and Fang Xiaodong, after drinking at a restaurant outside the school, thought 　　about going to a nightclub and decided to invite some girls along. Around 11 PM, the three men arrived at 　　the female dormitory building of the law school. They always freely entered and exited the dormitory building, going directly into the building to find someone. They 　　visited several dorm rooms, finally ending up at Di Jiao's room on the top floor. Around midnight 　　, the three men hurriedly left the dormitory building, without taking the girls they had arranged to meet to the nightclub. 　　Around 1 AM, Di Jiao's naked body was found on the north side of the dormitory building. Gao Ming, Lao Tao, and Fang Xiaodong had been to Di Jiao 　　's dormitory 　　an hour before her body was discovered , clearly making them prime suspects. However, none of them were questioned at the time, 　　and the surveillance footage of them entering and leaving the dormitory building was immediately deleted. More than one girl saw the three men 　　visit Di Jiao's dormitory before her fall, but they were all warned immediately, and none dared to speak out. 　　Gao Ming and I are in the same class. On April Fool's Day this year, he overheard me saying during break that Di 　　Jiao's death was an accidental fall, so he instructed Zhang Jianwu to teach me a lesson. Actually, I was just making things up as an April Fool's joke 　　, and Gao Ming's act of having someone teach me a lesson was both a sign of a guilty conscience and a questionable display of intelligence. I followed 　　this lead and investigated, and it was from this dim-witted Gao Ming that I directly obtained the aforementioned information. 　　The information I gathered is considered clues, not evidence. Teacher Ji is very righteous and had previously questioned 　　the conclusion that Di Jiao died from an accidental fall. She also has a boyfriend who is a criminal investigator. Telling 　　Teacher Ji about these details should be able to facilitate a criminal investigation into Di Jiao's death. I secretly wrote down all 　　the information I had gathered and quietly handed it to Teacher Ji in early June. 　　As I expected, Professor Ji's reaction was exactly as I anticipated. She hugged me tightly, solemnly promising that 　　she would go to her boyfriend, a criminal investigator, the next day to try and reopen the case as soon as possible. She repeatedly reminded me 　　not to tell anyone about it, and since summer vacation had started early, I should go home and wait for her news. 　　I promised Professor Ji I would go home as soon as possible, having prepared a story based on my recent graduate studies, saying I would stay at school for another ten 　　days to two weeks. Reopening the case wouldn't be so simple, and I was mentally prepared to wait patiently. 　　I lied to Professor Li about not going home, partly hoping to hear news soon, and partly because of the 2.5 million 　　yuan in cash I had temporarily hidden. 　　With the strong leads I had found, Professor Ji's strong sense of justice, her doctorate in law, and her 　　boyfriend being the head of the serious crimes unit, it seemed that only time remained before Di Jiao was exonerated and avenged. It was essentially...

Having accepted the condition that Di Jiao "gifted" me over 2.5 million yuan, I couldn't help but start thinking about
how to use it.
In Beijing's housing market, 2.5 million yuan would only buy a little over half a bedroom. As the saying goes, money makes money easily, so I
thought I might as well use this 2.5 million yuan to start some business. Following this general idea, I remembered that
two years before I went to university, I created a QQ group for adulterous dating called "Panjiayuan," which unintentionally led to adulterous
loan services. Thinking about this, a brilliant investment idea popped into my head: why not use
this 2.5 million yuan to lend money at high interest rates on campus?
The more I thought about lending money at high interest rates on campus, the more I felt this creative investment was correct. Of course, I
couldn't use my university student identity, but after re-enrolling in university, I got a new ID card, so now I have two
identities.
My family is from Tangshan, not in the city, but in the countryside. When I took the college entrance exam for the second time in 2013, due to
the urbanization that had occurred in the preceding years, two-thirds of the people in several villages in the area had moved to the county seat,
leaving mostly elderly people in the villages. Almost all the young people had moved to the city, but most remained registered in
the countryside, leading to a chaotic rural household registration system and a large number of unregistered residents. Before my second college entrance exam,
I changed my age to make my ID card look younger, partly because of this unique
background.
To prepare for the exam, I had my ID card taken at my maternal grandmother's house in the village. I changed my surname
, my given name, and my age to 1992, and cancelled my original household registration. People still want to be their true
selves. When I was a sophomore at R University, there was a concentrated effort to get ID cards issued to unregistered urban residents. On a whim
, I randomly went to a processing point and easily got another ID card.
The ID card I got after moving to the city has my real name and the birth year listed as 1988. It's actually
younger than my real age; I didn't intentionally hide it, but I look like a college student, and I was afraid that telling my real
age would arouse suspicion, so I had to understate it by two years.
This means that after entering university twice, I had two identities: one born in 1988, and the other in
1992. As far as the ID card is concerned, both identities are real, but as for myself, both identities
are fake; the 1988 identity is basically real.
When I created that QQ group for adulterous relationships, I used the 1988, almost real, identity. It was through creating this
group called "Panjiayuan" that I unintentionally created an adulterous loan business, accumulating relevant experience. The idea of
lending money at high interest rates on campus, while having another identity, seemed more and more reasonable to me, and I finally
decided to use this 2.5 million yuan to lend money at high interest rates on campus.
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