[Urban] Adultery: The Countryside's Big Weapon (Complete) - 22-24

Chapter 204 Let My Little Brother Tell You

Originally, Lin Feirong intended to keep her mouth shut and not make a sound, but at this moment, with the man kissing, touching, and thrusting, her body reacted naturally, and she couldn't help but make sounds she didn't want to make.

Lin Feirong was held tightly against Zhao Qiang's chest, the masculine scent filling her nostrils, making her feel her blood surge, her mind sway, and she felt dizzy, like a small boat adrift on the sea, tossed about by the raging waves. She felt warm and languid all over, her bones weak and her muscles numb, powerless to resist.

Seeing Lin Feirong's flushed cheeks, hazy eyes, slightly parted mouth, and rapid breathing, Zhao Qiang knew she was aroused, so he unleashed his methods, teasing her relentlessly. He gently caressed her round, full buttocks with his large hands, his fingertips nimbly tracing the cleft, lightly scratching and teasing, moving up and down; his lewd tongue followed, burying itself between her thighs, lightly sweeping around her labia, then parting the petals and slipping into her vagina, teasingly stirring inside.

Every itchy spot was scratched by the man's tongue, and Lin Feirong felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, unable to help but moan softly. Lin Feirong's body was already very sensitive, and at this moment, under the man's teasing, she was even more aroused, her face flushed with desire, and her vaginal fluids gushed out continuously, soaking her crotch. Under the rapid influence of lust, Lin Feirong moaned repeatedly, constantly twisting her waist and swaying her hips, expressing the hunger in her heart.

Hearing the lewd sounds and seeing the beauty before him, Zhao Qiang could no longer restrain his impulse. He grasped his large penis, aimed at the opening and closing of her vaginal opening, rubbed it, and forcefully pushed it in.

As Zhao Qiang's thick, masculine member penetrated her, Lin Feirong's untouched vagina contracted strongly, gripping his large penis tightly, making it impossible for him to move in or out.

Upon penetration, Zhao Qiang immediately realized this woman was a virgin. Nowhere else could he find such tight vaginal walls; the feeling of being tightly gripped almost made him ejaculate instantly.

This surprised Zhao Qiang greatly. After all, such a beautiful girl with such an alluring figure, and who looked to be in her mid-twenties, was still a virgin—it was truly remarkable.

Knowing Lin Feirong was a virgin, Zhao Qiang felt a pang of pity. To lessen her pain, he temporarily left his penis inside her vagina, but his lewd hands were not idle. He took advantage of the situation, parting the clitoral hood and gently rubbing the clitoris.

Lin Feirong felt waves of pleasure from the kneading, her lower body completely filled. Feeling an unbearable itch within, she gently swayed her hips, rubbing against the penis. Seeing the opportunity, Zhao Qiang thrust his hips forward, plunging his large, masculine penis all the way in. Lin Feirong let out a painful groan, tears streaming down her face, a testament to the humiliation of having her virginity defiled.

Zhao Qiang paused, waiting for Lin Feirong's breathing to subside, before gently thrusting again. At first, Lin Feirong only felt the penis scraping against her tender flesh, a burning pain that made her furrow her brows and groan repeatedly. But after about two hundred gentle thrusts from Zhao Qiang, her vagina began to secrete fluids, gradually becoming smoother, and her groans turned into soft moans, clearly indicating she was experiencing the sweet pleasure of first love. Those soft moans drifted through the wilderness, the primal fervor of human life temporarily masking the deep sorrow and grief in her heart.

Soon, Lin Feirong released herself from the pressure points, but having already lost her virginity, she no longer resisted. Under Zhao Qiang's powerful thrusts, her breathing quickened, her eyes became languid, her body went limp, and she lost all strength, gradually losing the ability to struggle. In a daze, she was completely lost in this sea of desire.

Lost in her reverie, she didn't know how much time had passed. Lin Feirong felt the man on top of her increase the speed of his thrusts; his penis throbbed inside her, growing larger, thicker, and hotter—he was about to ejaculate inside her!

Thinking of what this man might be doing inside her, and the consequences, Lin Feirong felt a wave of fear wash over her. She desperately twisted her waist, trying to escape, but Zhao Qiang held her tightly.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Lin Feirong, who had been silent until now, panting heavily from the man's thrusts, finally had no choice but to speak. She tried her best to keep her voice steady, but the man's large penis still made her body tremble, and her voice trembled along with it.

"What am I doing? Isn't my little brother telling you?"

Zhao Qiang hadn't expected this woman to still be putting on such a dignified act. He couldn't resist thrusting his large penis forcefully into Lin Feirong's crotch several times, penetrating deep into the depths of her vagina, causing her to scream loudly a few times.

"You, you're committing a crime! Aren't you afraid, aren't you afraid I'll go out and report you, let you go to jail?"

The woman persisted, still questioning the man, but with her body out of her control, her voice remained trembling, lacking any semblance of accusation.

"I am committing a crime!"

Zhao Qiang didn't answer the woman's words. After saying this, he forcefully thrust into the depths of Lin Feirong's vagina.

"I'll let you report me!"

He thrust in again with force!

"You'll send me to jail!"

he said, before thrusting again. ...

As Zhao Qiang spoke, his large penis continued to pump forcefully. Lin Feirong felt that her warnings had not made the man restrain himself at all; on the contrary, he seemed to have become even more aggressive. She had originally planned to threaten the man not to ejaculate inside her, but the man's completely indifferent attitude left Lin Feirong at a loss for words.

Chapter 205 Ecstasy and Delight: A soft moan and panting.

Seeing the man's speed increasing and each thrust deeper, Lin Feirong dared not wait any longer. She hurriedly pleaded with him, "Please, please, don't ejaculate inside! I'm afraid I'll get pregnant!"

Lin Feirong didn't know how much courage she mustered to utter these pleading words. The haughty demeanor she had maintained in front of this man vanished instantly. Lin Feirong became a bullied little girl, dizzy from being fucked by the man. She had long forgotten that she was a fourth-degree black belt in Taekwondo. But even if she remembered, it was useless. Against Zhao Qiang, the king of kings, Lin Feirong's skills were utterly insignificant.

"Hey, doctor, weren't you so tough just now? Threatening me? Now you know how to beg for mercy? I won't! Today I'm going to ejaculate inside you, so what if you get pregnant?"

Zhao Qiang said with a lewd grin, his thrusting motions continuing unabated.

The woman's pitiful pleas did not elicit Zhao Qiang's pity; instead, they spurred him to increase the speed and force of his thrusts. He trembled slightly, finally unable to hold back, and ejaculated inside her, sending shivers and tingling sensations through Lin Feirong. She felt a torrent of heat rushing out, powerfully impacting her core; waves of pleasure from deep within her lower abdomen, like a volcanic eruption, spread throughout her limbs, causing her to convulse and gasp for breath.

After his release, Zhao Qiang felt refreshed. Glancing at the shocking specks of blood splattered on the stone slab, he felt a surge of conquering satisfaction. He looked at Lin Feirong, slumped beside him, her full buttocks high, her alluring labia still engorged and trembling, streams of milky white fluid mixed with patches of blood slowly flowing from within—an indescribably lewd sight.

Hearing her seductive moans and soft panting, smelling her fragrant scent like orchids and musk, and seeing her full breasts and shapely buttocks before him, Zhao Qiang found Lin Feirong's beauty to be beyond compare, her charm captivating. A moment later, he felt a surge of emotion, a heat rising from his lower abdomen, instantly causing him to become erect. His desire burned within him, and he could no longer restrain himself.

Zhao Qiang turned Lin Feirong's delicate body around, ignoring her resistance, and pressed his hot lips against her cherry lips again, his large hands frantically kneading her still proudly erect and full breasts. After some foreplay, his penis, familiar with the terrain, accurately found her honey hole and thrust in. He continued his assault, constantly changing positions, until Lin Feirong moaned softly.

Zhao Qiang was young and strong, with amazing stamina, as if he had inexhaustible energy. He kept changing battlefields, sometimes among the weeds, sometimes in the pool, sometimes on the rocks. Under his relentless onslaught, Lin Feirong could only instinctively cooperate, her buttocks raised, her hands pressed against the rocks, enduring his vigorous thrusts. Her high-pitched moans were a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The chirping early birds watched with sympathy as the beautiful female doctor was tightly pressed between the lecherous thief's legs, constantly groaning in pain, and gradually quieted down. A red sun slowly rose, hanging high in the night sky, illuminating the boundless forest and the two young bodies rolling on the ground by the Crouching Tiger Pool, immersed in lust.

For some reason, facing the alluring, snow-white body of the beautiful female doctor before him, Zhao Qiang seemed to possess inexhaustible strength, constantly changing positions with the woman beneath him, bringing her to the peak of excitement several times!

Today, Zhao Qiang seemed not only exceptionally energetic, but also remarkably clear-headed. Many techniques he had only ever used with prostitutes before, which he usually had no recollection of, suddenly appeared in his mind today. Those movements, those positions, were as if completely imprinted in his mind, impossible for him to erase. While fucking the beautiful doctor beneath him, his masculine member thrusting forcefully into her honeyed orifice, his body involuntarily followed the positions he remembered from his past sexual encounters, performing the same old poses on the female doctor's body.

Unconsciously, Zhao Qiang seemed to have used every position he had ever used on women before. Not only did the female doctor beneath him reach the peak of excitement several times due to the repeated battles with the man, but even Zhao Qiang, the instigator, ejaculated several times. Of course, Zhao Qiang held nothing back, shooting his essence deep into the female doctor Lin Feirong's vagina several times, reaching the final destination. Zhao Qiang even had a feeling that if he continued like this, he might die from exhaustion, and he didn't know if he could even leave this place alive. He

didn't know how much time had passed. Because he was too exhausted, Zhao Qiang, who had fallen into a deep sleep after his last ejaculation, slowly opened his eyes. He didn't know when the sun had risen high, and the winter sunlight was still a bit dazzling. Zhao Qiang opened his eyes several times before finally opening them.

The female doctor Lin Feirong beside him was still asleep. Presumably because it was her first time losing her virginity, and then being tormented by Zhao Qiang countless times afterward, she probably wouldn't wake up for a while.

Looking at the scattered bloodstains on the stone slab, and at the stunningly beautiful female doctor still lying naked beside him, Zhao Qiang felt a surge of pleasure. Recalling his earlier actions on her, he couldn't help but indulge in fantasies, wanting to have sex with her again.

After all, such a beautiful and elegant female doctor wasn't someone you could easily find, let alone one lying naked before you, whom you could touch and manipulate as you pleased. Such an opportunity was too rare to miss; it might be the last time he could so easily have this woman under his control and do whatever he wanted. With such

a beauty before him, even though Zhao Qiang had already ejaculated several times, his penis still proudly stood erect. Lin Feirong's beautiful body, bathed in the not-so-scorching sunlight, appeared even more alluring, incredibly delicate and smooth; anyone who saw her would likely feel an urge to touch her.

Especially noticeable were Lin Feirong's full breasts, and the two alluring brown nipples at their tips. Perhaps because Zhao Qiang had been so engrossed in kneading and sucking them, they appeared slightly red and swollen under the sunlight. Yet, this very redness only fueled Zhao Qiang's desire. Without hesitation,

Zhao Qiang's hands covered Lin Feirong's tempting breasts and began kneading them again. The woman seemed oblivious to the man's assault, shifting her body slightly and thrusting her breasts upwards, as if to make it easier and more comfortable for him to touch them. While one

hand caressed Lin Feirong's breasts, Zhao Qiang's other hand slid down, lingering on the woman's long, white thighs, savoring their elasticity and smoothness, before finally reaching her entrance. After a few moments of teasing, Zhao Qiang felt the time was ripe.

Without hesitation, Zhao Qiang flipped over and pinned Lin Feirong down again, his erect penis aimed at her honeyed entrance, ready to thrust in once more!

(Chapter 206: The Pretty Girl in the Clinic!)

Just as Zhao Qiang's large, erect penis was aimed at the woman's secret place, his fingers teasing her private parts until Lin Feirong's peach blossom cave was already wet again, Zhao Qiang caught a glimpse of his own face reflected in the pool. Suddenly, Zhao Qiang remembered something.

"Damn it! How could I forget that this woman knows me?"

Before, because the woman who suddenly appeared in the water was so alluring, Zhao Qiang was only thinking about how to get her, and completely forgot that she knew him. This woman had seen him in the office! Had he been exposed now? If she reported him, wouldn't he be facing imprisonment?

Thinking of this, even though the woman's vagina was right in front of him, and his large penis was already poised to penetrate her at any moment, Zhao Qiang had no desire to continue with this woman. He quickly got up, dressed, grabbed his suitcase, and headed towards the outskirts of the villa, leaving the crime scene. Zhao Qiang

felt he couldn't forgive himself for the mistake he had made today. If he had made such a mistake while in the military, it could not only have killed him but also his teammates. Therefore, in the military, Zhao Qiang would never have allowed himself to make such a mistake. Perhaps it was because he had left the military, but Zhao Qiang suddenly realized he had relaxed his standards a bit.

Disguise was actually very easy for Zhao Qiang. In the special forces team, whenever disguise was needed, Zhao Qiang was the one who did the makeup. Any skin type he wanted could be created; he could make anyone look like one.

So, if Zhao Qiang had remembered this today, a simple disguise would have been all it took.

Now, for Zhao Qiang, there seemed to be only one choice: either kill the woman so she would never recognize him again, or leave this place forever to avoid her reporting him to the police and putting him in jail. These were the only two options available to him.

Of course, there was another possibility: the beautiful female doctor could act as if nothing had happened and let the matter pass, but obviously, that was impossible.

Leaving Shimen Town was unrealistic for the time being, and he couldn't bring himself to kill the beautiful, naked woman he had just spent so much time with. Ultimately, Zhao Qiang could only leave as quickly as possible, pinning his hopes that the woman wouldn't remember him.

Zhao Qiang left Shimen Town around noon. Aside from picking up some basic medical supplies and medicine at the clinic and buying some food at the town entrance to eat on the go, he rushed towards Xiaohe Village, praying that the woman wouldn't remember the place he had told her he was working as a village doctor.

"Huh? Everything's all cleaned up?" As soon

as Zhao Qiang arrived at the village committee building in Xiahe Village, he saw that the clinic, which had been a mess when he left yesterday, was now spotless. Zhao Qiang remarked as he walked to the door and opened it, only to find someone still cleaning inside.

"Are you Dr. Zhao? It'll be done soon, please wait outside!"

A young man in his early twenties was painting the walls of the clinic. Seeing Zhao Qiang enter, he quickly went to greet him.

"Uh, who are you?"

Zhao Qiang was puzzled as to why this unexpected guest was painting his room.

"Oh, Secretary Liu arranged for us to come. It'll be done in a bit!"

The young man said, then turned back to continue his work.

"We?" Hearing this, Zhao Qiang wondered if there was another person there. Where was he?

"Brother Pan? Is Dr. Zhao back?"

Just as Zhao Qiang was pondering, a melodious voice, like that of a lark, suddenly rang out from the next room. A person then emerged from the house. Zhao Qiang realized that the three connected bungalows were linked together. The middle room he had entered was next to the inner room of the clinic. The person who came out was a pretty young girl. At that glance, Zhao Qiang's eyes lit up, and his large, masculine penis instantly hardened

. The days in Xiahe Village were generally warm, so the girl wasn't wearing much. She looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, probably just a little younger than Zhao Qiang. A beige floral chiffon dress hugged her body perfectly. The dress seemed tailor-made for her, conforming to her graceful curves from her shoulders and slender waist to the hem. The chiffon material accentuated her figure, like a second skin, highlighting her slender and delicate curves to the fullest.

The dress was sleeveless, revealing the girl's slender, fair arms, and her smooth, delicate armpits were also visible when she raised her hands. A row of buttons ran from her chest to her navel, and her firm, full breasts made one yearn to unbutton them and explore. The girl wore thin, light gray cotton stockings covered in herringbone-patterned cutouts, through which glimpses of her delicate skin could be seen.

Looking at the girl's slender figure and exposed, alluring white skin, Zhao Qiang felt an overwhelming urge to pounce on her, strip her naked, and indulge in his desires, to unleash his masculine charm upon her!

(Chapter 207: Does the beauty want a massage?)

The girl's clothing was completely unlike that of a villager. If it weren't for the rag she was holding, seemingly having just helped him clean, Zhao Qiang would have suspected she was some kind of pampered young lady.

The girl's fashionable attire contrasted sharply with the young man she called "Brother Pan." His coarse cloth coat and trousers made it impossible to imagine how he and this beautiful, stylish girl had gotten together.

Looking down at the girl, Zhao Qiang was quickly drawn to her alluring legs. Her straight, long legs looked especially beautiful in stockings; after walking for a while, the tops of the stockings would bunch up slightly at her knees, adding a touch of cuteness. Her small feet, which appeared to be only size 35, wore light brown pointed-toe shoes with a slight heel, exuding youthful charm.

Because her skirt was short, only covering half of her thighs, a glimpse of ivory-white, delicate skin was visible between the stockings and the skirt. Zhao Qiang guessed that with this outfit, wherever the girl went, that area would be the focus of every man's attention, attracting countless glances and hopes that a fragrant breeze or a sudden turn of the pretty girl would cause her skirt to flutter, bringing his dreams to life.

The young girl seemed naturally lively. As she ran out of the inner room, her skirt fluttered as she spoke, revealing her snow-white thighs beneath. Coupled with her ethereal beauty, her youthful and vibrant attire instantly made her a stunning sight in the clinic, captivating Zhao Qiang.

"Dr. Zhao? Dr. Zhao?"

Zhao Qiang's eyes scanned the girl from head to toe until the man she called out called from the side. Only then did Zhao Qiang react and quickly respond.

At this moment, Zhao Qiang noticed that the girl he had been staring at seemed embarrassed by his impolite behavior, her face flushed. The man called "Brother Pan," however, didn't seem to be angry at Zhao Qiang's actions. Seeing Zhao Qiang's reaction, he quickly introduced, "Dr. Zhao, my name is Wang Pan, this is my girlfriend Wu Li. We were both asked by Secretary Liu to clean the clinic for you.

" "Oh, thank you, thank you, you've worked hard!" Seeing that

his lecherous behavior seemed to have been discovered, and the scene was somewhat awkward, Zhao Qiang quickly suppressed his fantasies about stripping the girl naked and inserting his large penis between her long, slender legs, and thanked the two women.

At the same time, Zhao Qiang was also thinking that Wang Pan was of average appearance, just rather honest, and he wondered how he had managed to get such a beautiful woman like Wu Li. Zhao Qiang was incredibly envious of Wang Pan.

"It's alright, it's alright, it'll be over in a bit. Dr. Zhao, why don't you go out for a while? I'll call you when we're done!" "

After Wang Pan finished his introduction, he offered his suggestion. The young girl, Wu Li, seemed a little embarrassed by the man's gaze and turned to go into the inner room, presumably to continue working.

Zhao Qiang didn't heed Wang Pan's advice to go out and wait for them; instead, he stayed to work with them. While cleaning, Zhao Qiang discovered that besides the middle room used for medical treatment, there was actually a bed in the inner room, though it was currently empty.

During the cleaning, Zhao Qiang frequently touched the alluring body of the young girl, Wu Li. Sometimes he deliberately leaned against her, and sometimes it was unintentional. However, after each touch, Zhao Qiang hadn't had a chance to properly appreciate the girl's elastic and smooth skin..." The wonderful sensation of her skin made the girl move away again!

This left Zhao Qiang burning with desire, but he had nowhere to release it. Several times he wanted to pull the girl into his arms and thrust into her forcefully. If Wang Pan hadn't been there, Zhao Qiang might have already done so.

Soon, the group had cleaned and tidied the clinic. Zhao Qiang knew that the village secretary, Liu Jinguo, must have given them money or promised them something for them to be so willing to help him. Otherwise, Zhao Qiang wouldn't believe anyone would be so kind as to help him.

Even so, they had helped him, and Zhao Qiang was very grateful.

"Uh, you two have helped me so much, I don't really have anything to thank you for. Well, as a doctor, I'm best at massage. I see that Wu Li hasn't been feeling well lately, and she's exhausted today. How about I give you a massage?"

Seeing the slender and charming young girl in front of him, Zhao Qiang thanked her while feeling it would be a waste to let such a beautiful woman go. Suddenly, an idea came to him, and he suggested... A 17-year- old
boy left me helpless. Chapter 1:

Brief Introduction. I am 28 years old this year, an ordinary civil servant, a junior police officer at a police station. My wife is two years younger than me and is a high school English teacher. When the matchmaker introduced us, she really didn't like me. She just told the matchmaker that I wasn't her type, which I can understand. I felt pressured the first time I met her. She is 1.68 meters tall, with a cold face, even colder than me—a cold beauty.

Even in winter, her slender figure was still noticeable; she was a teacher, after all, and very elegant. I wasn't good enough for her in terms of looks; I'm not tall, and in many ways, I'm just average. Later, I pursued her relentlessly, and she was eventually moved. She said her requirements weren't as high as I imagined; she just wanted someone who would treat her well. I vowed to treat her well.

We were sweet and happy for a long time, and now we've been married for four years. Our daughter is about to start kindergarten. My job as a police officer is varied and busy, though not dangerous. She's much better off than me. However, although she's a teacher, she's not very good at taking care of children, so they're mostly left with our parents.

I think our life was quite happy until the beginning of this year, but everything changed after that incident. My wife is a very upright person, at least that's what I thought before. Actually, she seemed to have subtly or intentionally reminded me of things before, but I was too careless and underestimated her. Maybe our marriage was stable enough that I didn't feel any crisis and didn't take it seriously. In short, I regret it now.

We'd talked about this since last year. That weekend night was no different. The passion of the past few years had gradually faded, and we were increasingly settling into a normal, mundane life. We both thought this kind of life was good, very happy. After the passion subsided that night, we were still lying in bed chatting, reflecting on the past few days and talking about work.

Suddenly, she said, "Hey, let me tell you something funny. A boy in my class wrote me a love letter today!"

I didn't react much; she'd mentioned this before.

I said, "Oh, you said yes?"

"Wow! I just think kids these days are so bold, they dare to think of anything!"

"Yeah, every generation is more rebellious, wanting to try everything. What did he write to you?" I don't know if I asked intentionally or unintentionally, or if I was just following up.

"Well, he didn't write anything, just something about how I have feelings for you!"

I didn't notice the ambiguity in my wife's tone.

"Oh, what are you planning to do?"

Actually, I should say I should discipline her, but it's a professional habit. Looking back now, I realize I was indeed somewhat wary, but too careless.

"Ugh, just a kid, ignore him. These kinds of kids are just going through puberty; just leave him alone. The more you try to discipline him, the more he'll rebel!"

"How's he usually like?" I asked again, still not entirely convinced.

"He's very smart, and his family is well-off, but he doesn't study hard. He got a girlfriend as soon as he entered high school. I've called his parents in and criticized him a lot, but it's no use. His parents don't really care about him; they're busy with their business, so I haven't bothered with him this semester."

"Why does he like you after you criticize him? He even confessed?"

"Because he's rebellious. The more unbelievable the idea, the more he wants to do it!"

... That conversation ended there that night. I regretted being so careless and underestimating him, which led to...

Actually, the process seemed to give me many opportunities, but I didn't pay attention to any of them. The boy's name was Feng Quan. In the following months, my wife mentioned him a few times, but always badly. For example, one day she'd say Feng Quan was a complete jerk, hopeless, sleeping through two classes in a row. The next day she'd say that Feng Quan's teacher had complained to the principal, etc… I didn't pay any attention to any of this. I was so stupid! I'm such a failure as a police officer.

Let's go back to that morning at the beginning of this year. We hadn't spoken for several days, and I was waiting for her to say something. I came home from work, and she still ignored me. She was still sitting on the sofa reading. I observed her carefully again, and for some reason, I found her very charming and beautiful, every move she made was captivating. I walked up to her and spoke first. "We've been thinking about this calmly for so many days now. What are your thoughts? Tell me."

She was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "I told you a few days ago, nothing's changed!"

I was completely speechless, too exhausted to even break down. The incident happened a week ago, right after she started her winter break. That morning, she told me that several students wanted her to tutor them for a fee. This had happened before, so I didn't think much of it. I figured, why not? I had nothing else to do on break.

When I asked where she was, she said she was at a student's house, going with several students.

She'd leave almost every day shortly after I left for work, returning around 4 or 5 am.

That day, I finished work early, so I took a break and came home first. My wife wasn't home yet. I waited for her to come home while drinking tea and watching TV, planning to go to her mother's house to pick up her daughter. She returned at 5:30 pm, and as soon as she walked in, I noticed something was off. Her outfit didn't look like a teacher's attire: a red cropped top, a black skirt, black stockings, and white high-heeled boots. She only wore this kind of clothing on vacation; she always dressed very formally in front of her students.

Something felt off, but I didn't think too much about it, just wondering why she was dressed like that for tutoring. She greeted me while changing her shoes, asking why I was up so early. I brushed her off, and then I was stunned again when she took off her coat. A blue, tight-fitting sweater perfectly accentuated her figure, her breasts firm and perky; the sweater's highlight was entirely her breasts.

"Don't you never wear this kind of fashion to work?" I finally asked.

"Oh, it's a holiday, isn't it?"

We exchanged some casual words and went to her parents' house for dinner.

We rarely checked each other's phones; we trusted each other. But that night, I don't know what I was thinking, maybe it was fate. When we arrived at her house, she and her sister helped with cooking, her father went out to buy things and hadn't returned yet, and her daughter was asleep after playing all day. I was watching TV alone in the living room when her phone beeped with a text message; she hadn't heard it in the kitchen.

Perhaps it was a sixth sense I had when I saw her outfit that afternoon, but I inexplicably took her phone from her bag and opened the text message. It was just a random advertisement. I casually scrolled through the others; there weren't many either, mostly ads or jokes from colleagues and students.

Just as I was about to put it back, the QQ icon on her desktop caught my eye. I'd been using it almost constantly since starting work, and I'd never paid attention to whether she used it or not; I didn't know she used it on her phone before.

Then, an avatar flashed—a handsome cartoon guy. A little nervously and curiously, I clicked on the message. It wasn't anything special: "Teacher, are you busy? Do you have time to ask me a question?"

These days, students respectfully ask questions via QQ. I smiled, intending to close it, but then I saw the message history—that damned status bar. One click changed everything.

The first message above was posted at 5:15 PM today, before she came back…

First, there was a photo of her in a room wearing today's clothes, but this time, she wasn't wearing a down jacket, just that tight sweater, and surprisingly, no skirt or shoes, only black pantyhose. She was standing sideways, her breasts slightly exaggerated but naturally perky under the sweater's outline. Her legs were straight and long, her left leg bent and her right leg straight, her knees pressed together. Her buttocks, barely covered by the black stockings, were tightly bound and perky, and she seemed to be deliberately thrusting them upwards. The line at the top of the pantyhose was clearly visible, and her white underwear was faintly visible through the two crotch lines on her buttocks.

I've never seen a photo of her like this before, even more seductive than a nude photo. Although she was covered by clothes, the tight-fitting clothes highlighted all her feminine features, adding a touch of mystery to the allure. She was facing the camera, deliberately posing like this.

The text below the picture was posted by this student, and the tone was completely different from before!

"You have such a great figure..."

My wife's reply almost gave me a heart attack.

"No way, it's not good at all!"

"Not good? You're so curvy!"

"You little brat, you know a lot!"

"I'm not a little brat anymore, do you admit you have a good figure?!"

"Really, no, didn't you see I was sticking my butt out like crazy?!"

"Why would you stick your butt out

like crazy? Hehe..." "We're home, I can't talk to you anymore, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Below are his questions from earlier, only today's records, all the previous ones are deleted. I trembled as I checked the student's information, his name was marked "fq"!

Chapter Two

I remembered, this is the student my wife mentioned to me a few months ago who confessed to her, named Feng Quan. The meaning of their conversation is obvious, why would my wife dress like that to let him take pictures, and their conversation is definitely not a normal relationship.

I was stunned, my mind went blank, as if I was dreaming.

How could my usually upright and proud wife be like this?

I couldn't confront her at my father-in-law's house, I finished my meal in a daze, and we took our daughter home together. As a police officer, I know what evidence is. There's no need to beat around the bush; I took her phone directly and questioned her. But she didn't seem particularly surprised that I'd discovered her.

"What happened?" I said expressionlessly.

"You already know? Then I have nothing to say!"

Her demeanor suggested she'd known this day would come.

"What exactly happened? I want to know the truth!" I think it's not just my profession; all men would feel this way. But things happened so suddenly, and I was completely unaware, not knowing what to say.

"What do you mean, 'what happened'? You already know, I have nothing to say," she sighed.

"Who is he? Who is he?!"

"These things are meaningless; it's better you don't know," she said, head bowed, clearly in the wrong.

"You…why did you two do this? How far have things gone?!"

"Is it necessary to say all this?" she asked.

"Of course, I'm still your husband!! Even if you don't tell me, I know he's your student, right?" I said loudly.

"Don't yell, I don't want to argue! Things are like this, it's better to calm down!" She tried her best to control herself, but she also acknowledged his identity.

"Then tell me, what exactly happened, how far have things progressed between you two?" I suppressed my anger.

"I don't want to talk about these things," she said softly, head down.

"You'd better answer me directly!" I had rarely spoken to her so seriously before; at this moment, I knew I was interrogating a criminal.

"…………" She remained silent, head down.

"Are you going to tell me or not? If not, I'll go find him in person; I can easily find his information." My voice wasn't loud, but it was definitely threatening.

"Don't do that, it's all my fault. If you want to punish someone, punish me alone." Hearing me say this, she became anxious.

Her obvious attempt to protect him disgusted me even more.

"What exactly happened? You have to tell me!" My tone didn't change; this sentence was clearly a warning to her.

"There's nothing between us, it's just that he considers me his older sister and I consider him my younger brother, it's that simple!"

"You're trying to lie to me, aren't you? Siblings? Could you take those kinds of photos? Tong Xue (my wife's name), you're shameless! Aren't you embarrassed?"

I was about to explode when my daughter suddenly woke up and cried from the bedroom, so we had to stop arguing. A few hours later, we sat down calmly, and my wife answered all my questions about the incident.

Last year, when she told me about the boy's confession, it was true. She hadn't paid any attention to him initially; his confession was very direct—he handed her a note after class that said, "I've fallen in love with you!" My wife thought he was just a hoodlum and ignored him.

But later, he would frequently slip her notes, each time without any romantic words, just direct confessions. To be honest, Feng Quan was an absolutely handsome boy. At 17, he was already 186cm tall. He was truly handsome—tall, with sharply defined features, a well-proportioned physique, and clearly defined muscles. He wasn't the typical pretty boy; he was a key player on the school basketball team. Although still somewhat immature, he was already a standard handsome man, the kind of guy girls couldn't resist.

But he was, after all, just a kid, and there was a nine-year age gap between him and his wife, so she hadn't thought much of it. But for some reason, as he started passing notes to her more often, she found herself paying attention to him sometimes, and sometimes even blushing when he looked at her in class. He was definitely her type from her school days.

Gradually, she paid more and more attention to him, observing his every move intentionally or unintentionally, the more she tried to control herself, the less she could. Even after he got into a fight with a student from another class, she didn't criticize him, only gave him a little lecture, because he looked so charming fighting, and sometimes she even dreamed about him at night. She knew this was absolutely abnormal, but she just couldn't control herself. Sometimes she even hoped to receive a love letter from him; sometimes, the more you try to control something, the less you can.

Around that time, I was on a business trip to Guilin for about a month, assisting our district's criminal investigation team in solving a case. Actually, this kind of thing probably happens every year, and my wife was used to it. She helped me pack my bags and saw me off. But if I hadn't gone on that business trip, maybe this wouldn't have happened, but what's meant to happen will happen eventually! Things

at home remained the same. She went to work, and when the children were tired, she would send them to her parents' house; when they weren't tired, she would pick them up.

That morning, everything was the same as usual. She went to class as usual, and now every time she taught, she would deliberately glance at Feng Quan, who sat at the back, though she didn't know why. Ever since Feng Quan wrote her a love letter, he's become obsessed with English class. He's always eager to answer questions, very active, and goes to the English office every day to ask the teacher questions. My wife can clearly sense that sometimes he asks questions on purpose, and sometimes he'll banter with the teacher, but at least his attitude is positive, which makes my wife very happy.

The class that day was going smoothly until my wife noticed a student secretly texting. She's always been strict with her students, and as the class's homeroom teacher, she absolutely forbids this from happening in her class.

She went over to confiscate the student's phone. Actually, this kid has been a complete troublemaker since his first year of high school, never paying attention in class and always ranking last in exams, but my wife just felt he didn't respect the teacher at all. Unexpectedly, the kid actually defied her in class, refusing to hand over his phone.

The teacher and student were stuck in a stalemate in the classroom, neither willing to give in. This situation was very awkward for the teacher; she couldn't back down or move forward. Actually, she had many ways to defuse the awkward situation, but she didn't know why, maybe she was in a bad mood, she just wouldn't let the student hand in his phone. She threatened to stop teaching if the student didn't.

The student's voice grew louder and louder, making the teacher increasingly embarrassed. My wife, for some reason, started crying, and the whole class was stunned. Then, something unexpected happened. Feng Quan stood up, walked from behind the student, and said, "Give me your phone!"

This surprised the whole class, including my wife.

The student, of course, hadn't expected it either.

"I told you to give me your phone, didn't you hear me?!" Feng Quan grabbed his collar and shouted.

He was a head taller than the boy, who reluctantly placed his phone on the table without saying a word. He thought the matter was over, but unexpectedly, Feng Quan made him apologize to the teacher. The boy obediently complied. Then Feng Quan said, "Teacher, please continue your lesson!"

The awkward situation was thus resolved.

When his wife returned to her office after class, she felt genuinely grateful to him for what she had done.

That night, she returned home alone and lay quietly in bed, her mind involuntarily drifting to thoughts of Feng Quan… Just then, her phone received a text message. Opening it, she saw it was from Feng Quan: “Teacher, you didn’t blame me for how I handled things in class today, did you?”

For some reason, she was excited upon seeing the message. She immediately replied, “No, but don’t do that again. You’re not a class leader; doing that will make other students resentful!”

“No, no one in the class dares to resent me. Besides, if you make me a class leader, does that mean I’m a class leader? That way, I can help you!”

“Heh, I’ll consider it if you behave well. Get some rest!”

“Yes, I will behave well, teacher. I love you!”

The last message seemed to have some hidden meaning. She didn’t reply, but for some reason, she felt uneasy and extremely nervous. She couldn’t face this silly boy with the same composure as before; now, even talking to him made her nervous. Why was this? She had asked herself this question, but she had no answer.

A few days later, their school was holding a basketball tournament, which was Feng Quan's forte. His wife's class had swept through the competition, and he could easily defeat the other classes single-handedly. Despite his poor academic performance, he was a force to be reckoned with on the basketball court, and all the girls in the school wanted to watch him play.

This guy truly lived up to his professional basketball training; he was good at shooting, dribbling, and rebounding. He had excellent physical attributes, and most boys had a hard time guarding him. He could score with just a few bumps. Moreover, he had a strong desire to perform, often pulling off dunks that drew screams from the girls on the playground. Naturally, all of this was noticed by his homeroom teacher, my wife. She also quite liked basketball, and Feng Quan's performance captivated her.

That day was the championship final. During halftime, a pretty girl from another class brought Feng Quan drinks, wiped his sweat, and chatted and laughed with him. Some people nearby whispered that she was Feng Quan's new girlfriend. His wife naturally noticed this detail as well, though she probably didn't realize it herself. She'd mainly come to see Feng Quan; he was indeed very charming on the basketball court.

But the girl's presence made her uncomfortable, and she became somewhat distracted during the game. She didn't know why, but every time she saw the girl handing Feng Quan water, she felt a pang of pain. She felt uneasy throughout the game, a sour feeling filling her heart.

In the end, their class won the championship without any suspense. Unintentionally, she didn't show the excitement of a student, simply offering a few words of praise and then saying that everyone needed to focus on their studies since the midterm exams were approaching, before hastily ending her speech.

Back home, she was inexplicably sullen; the image of the girl with Feng Quan wouldn't leave her mind. She was like a little girl, only unaware that she was already feeling jealous…

Two weeks later, the midterm exams took place. Although Feng Quan had been more active in English class, he was still a poor student with a weak foundation. This time, his grades were much worse than before (last time he had cheated by copying others' answers).

After the results were announced, he approached my wife and confessed, "Teacher, don't be disappointed. Although my grades weren't good this time, I did it myself. Last time I copied someone else's."

My wife encouraged him, telling him to keep trying.

Then, unexpectedly, Feng Quan made a request, "Teacher, could you give me some private tutoring in English? I've fallen behind in so much class. This is also my parents' wish; they're happy to see my interest in English and say you're a good teacher. I'm not asking you to tutor me for free!"

"Well… I don't have time. I have to go home after work to take care of the kids. I'll find you another teacher!"

"No, I only want you to tutor me. I'm not interested in any other teacher. If you don't tutor me, then forget it!

But if my English grades are bad, I'll blame you for the rest of my life," Feng Quan said somewhat cheekily.

"Well… okay, come find me every Wednesday evening after class!" My wife agreed without even knowing why.

Wednesdays were her evening study time. She usually stayed at school that day, with about two hours between the end of class and the start of evening study.

"That's great, thank you! I'll have my parents discuss the fee with you directly later, is that alright?"

"We'll talk about it later, I need to see how you're doing first!"

"Okay, I'll definitely try my best! I'm leaving now!"

His wife stood there, stunned. She didn't know why she agreed to tutor him, but she knew in her heart that things wouldn't be as simple as just tutoring.

His wife was both scared and looking forward to that Wednesday. She was nervous about being alone with him now, but since she had agreed, she could only give it a try. She was still deceiving herself, believing that nothing would happen between them. The tutoring went smoothly that evening. Feng Quan listened attentively. Because there were teachers in the office the whole time, there wasn't much awkwardness. The tutoring ended quickly.

"Teacher, I have something to tell you!"

The office was empty now.

"Hmm, go ahead!" Her heart started pounding again.

"This weekend, my parents have invited your whole family to our farm for fruit picking!"

"Your farm?"

"Yes, my parents bought several acres of land a long time ago, and since they weren't using it, they built a farm to grow vegetables and fruits for customers to pick for fun!"

"Oh, never mind, teacher, I won't go. Please thank them for me!"

"My parents will be angry if you don't go. It's not far from here, I'll pick you and your family up! You can bring as many people as you want! My parents are very sincere in thanking you." Feng Quan was getting a little anxious.

"Okay, let's talk about it this weekend."

Perhaps my wife intentionally went alone that weekend, not wanting her friends or family to know she existed. Was she deliberately trying to cause trouble, or was it unintentional and she didn't think much of it? But she really didn't inform anyone, including me, who was away on a business trip. She probably never imagined that this trip would lead her down a path of no return…

On Sunday morning, she got up early and started getting ready in front of the mirror. First, she put on light makeup, then tried on clothes, finally choosing a white, tight-fitting long-sleeved shirt, a red jacket, black shorts with black stockings, a white belt around her waist, and red and white Adidas sneakers.

She arranged for her daughter to stay with her parents by phone, saying she was going to a school event, and she lied to her parents as well. She also canceled all her appointments with colleagues and friends, saying there were things to do at home.

October in Beijing is a time of clear skies and crisp air, and the weather was exceptionally fine that day.

At 8 o'clock, Feng Quan called, saying, "I've been waiting at the entrance of the complex for a while, not wanting to disturb her rest."

She went downstairs to the entrance, where a silver BMW X6 was parked on the side of the road.

Feng Quan stood beside the car, his eyes lighting up when he saw her. "Teacher, you look so beautiful today!"

She smiled shyly and asked, "Did you come to pick me up alone?"

"Yes, please get in!" Feng Quan said, opening the car door.

His wife hesitated for a moment before getting into the passenger seat.

"You drove here yourself?"

"Yes, you're worried?"

"Aren't you a minor? How come you're driving yourself?"

"Well, I've been driving since I was 12, I'm a seasoned driver now, you can just sit back and relax!" Feng Quan said proudly.

"Then it's best not to drive, it's illegal." The teacher just loves to lecture people.

"Why are you alone? Where's your family?"

"Oh, my husband is away on a business trip, and the kids are too young to take care of them, so I'll go by myself, is that alright?"

"Of course!"

Feng Quan said excitedly. The atmosphere on the way was still a bit awkward, but Feng Quan turned the music up louder, and the two chatted casually. It was the first time my wife had ridden in such a nice car. The car sped along to a remote suburb, arriving at their destination in a little over an hour.

It was a huge farm, with greenhouses as far as the eye could see. She had actually met Feng Quan's parents before; it was the kind of family business that was very wealthy.

His parents warmly welcomed my wife, and then had Feng Quan and several farmers help her pick fruits and vegetables all morning. It was the season for ripe fruits and vegetables, and the morning's harvest was plentiful, though my wife did almost nothing; the farmers and Feng Quan did most of the picking.

Lunch was served in the farm's guest rooms at noon, consisting mostly of natural, organic food, wild delicacies—quite a feast. During the meal, there was a lot of polite conversation, with phrases like "We're entrusting the children to you," and "Please take good care of them."

After lunch, Feng Quan's parents presented a bulging envelope, which my wife refused; she's quite principled in this regard. After some back and forth, the parents didn't insist.

After sitting for a while, my wife suggested it was getting late and we should head back.

The parents didn't try to persuade her to stay, instructing Feng Quan to escort her home. They shook hands and said goodbye.

As soon as we left the farm, Feng Quan said there was a mountain along the way that was currently covered in red leaves, like Fragrant Hills, and suggested we go see it. My wife hesitated for a moment but still agreed, which is something I can't forgive her for. It all seemed like she did it on purpose; if she had refused, none of this would have happened, but she went anyway.

Soon the car arrived at the foot of the mountain. It was a desolate wilderness, sparsely populated, with a tranquility nowhere to be found in Beijing. The mountainsides were ablaze with red leaves, creating a unique landscape. A gentle autumn breeze rustled the leaves. The autumn sun shone brightly, casting a golden glow on the mountains and connecting them to the red foliage, a dazzling interplay of red and gold. My wife hadn't been out to play in a long time, and this scenery truly captivated her.

The autumn afternoon sun was still quite harsh, and the temperature difference between morning, noon, and evening was significant. It was one of the hottest times of the day, with temperatures similar to summer. She took off her red coat and held it in her hand, then rearranged her high ponytail.

Feng Quan stood behind her, observing. His wife's white, tight-fitting long-sleeved top accentuated her full breasts, which stood proudly like mountain peaks on her chest. With the help of her bra, the cone-shaped breasts seemed to deliberately stand upright, never to fall. His wife's breasts were, without exaggeration, absolutely perfect, adding significantly to her figure.

She turned around, the tight top revealing the outline of her bra; the two thin straps were clearly embedded deep in her skin, and even the color of the bra was faintly visible. Her long, straight legs, encased in black pantyhose, were naturally pressed together, without a single gap. She stood with her legs slightly bent in a relaxed manner, these legs accounting for a full three-fifths of her body.

The white belt precisely accentuated this proportion, and the two black lines at the top of her thighs weren't completely covered by her shorts; half of them were exposed, indicating that the length of her thighs ended there, with the intimate area hidden from view. Every thread of her pantyhose reflected an alluring, dazzling light under the sunlight.

Her shorts weren't tight, but her hips stretched them into a semi-tight shape, the crease revealing her buttocks in a demure, high-perched position. With each step forward, her hips swayed in the opposite direction, as if an immense fire was burning within them, ready to ignite at any moment.

Her undeniable femininity was irresistibly displayed before Da Shan and Feng Quan, adding to the scenic beauty of the place. She seemed captivated by the sight before her, taking a few deep breaths and feeling refreshed.

"Teacher, what do you think? Isn't the view nice here?"

Feng Quan's words interrupted her reverie; she had almost forgotten that a student was standing behind her.

“Yes, it’s wonderful, something you can’t find in the city!”

“Then please sit here a while longer!” He said, sitting down on a rock nearby. His wife looked and then sat down as well, but still a certain distance away…

“Feng Quan, your parents have provided you with such a privileged environment; you really should work hard!” Perhaps it was an occupational hazard of hers, never forgetting to lecture him.

“Yes, haven’t I started working hard now?”

“…”

Perhaps she was no longer interested in discussing such a formal topic, and focused on admiring the beautiful scenery.

“Teacher, the letters I wrote to you were all from the heart! Have you read them?”

Feng Quan suddenly asked, directly without a trace of nervousness. His wife seemed to have expected this, or perhaps the scenery before her captivated her. Deep down, she seemed to have been waiting for this moment, but adult reason and the difference in their status still came into play at this moment.

"...Feng Quan, you're in the best stage of your life right now, a time of burgeoning adolescence, so curiosity is normal. But try to think about things in a healthy way, don't just dream unrealistic dreams."

"Don't be like my parents, always thinking I'm a child. I understand everything!" His stubbornness made him seem like a child.

"Ha, you're all like that now, thinking you're adults, but you're just going through a rebellious phase. Once you're past that age, you'll realize how naive you were." "

..." Feng Quan lowered his head and stopped talking.

"What, are you unhappy?"

At that moment, perhaps as she expected, perhaps not, something happened. Feng Quan reached out and pulled her from behind, holding her tightly in his arms. My wife didn't even struggle; her reason seemed to be swallowed up by something long suppressed.

"Feng Quan, let go, I'm your teacher, you shouldn't do this!" she said softly, but only held his hands firmly.

From a distance, they looked more like a couple.

"No, teacher, I really like you so much, I can't sleep at night thinking about you..." Before he could finish speaking, he started kissing my wife passionately. She seemed mesmerized by the scene and his powerful, youthful scent, and as if unable to control herself, her initial resistance and struggles gradually turned into gentle caresses. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to his passionate kiss with a shy yet intense response.

She tasted a flavor completely different from mine on his tongue, like an exquisite delicacy, wanting to savor every bite. He had a unique masculine scent that captivated women. He was so tall; standing next to him, I only reached his chin—the ideal height for a partner.

She touched his firm abs through his clothes; they seemed so solid that even the sharpest dagger couldn't penetrate them. He reached out to pull off my wife's shorts, preparing for further action. When his hand touched the elastic band at the waist of my wife's pantyhose, perhaps the sudden removal of her close-fitting clothes made her feel insecure for a moment. My wife suddenly woke up and forcefully stopped him.

“I have a family, and I’m your teacher, we can’t do this!?” His wife said, her eyes glazed but unusually clear.

“No, I don’t care, I just love you! Why can’t we do this!” He reached out to hug her again.

“Since you say you’re an adult, I hope you’ll respect me!” His wife didn’t pull away again, her voice gentle.

“…I respect you, but I’m really uncomfortable right now, can you let me touch your breasts? Just once! Please!” Feng Quan hugged her, his hands on her breasts, pleading with a sob in his voice.

“…You’ve already touched them, haven’t you?…” His wife didn’t know how to answer his direct plea.

But she didn’t expect that her rhetorical question was like an admission of Feng Quan’s request. Before his wife could finish speaking, he reached his hand under her shirt, then groped for the deep cleavage, and from there went to the center he had been dreaming of. The moment his hand touched her nipple, they both felt as if they had been electrocuted.

My wife felt an unprecedented tingling sensation travel from the soles of her feet all the way to her nipples, which immediately hardened in his palm. Feng Quan tried to grasp her breast with his right hand, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it. Even though his hand was large, he couldn't fully grasp it. He could only use his entire palm to knead that cool, slippery mound with a mysterious, nut-like object to relieve his burning youthful hormones.

He had never felt his hands could be so sensitive. He had touched girls before, but they were all his age, and none of them had given him this feeling. There was such a big difference between girls and women. My wife's breasts were indeed soft and incredibly elastic. When we first started dating, I loved touching her breasts the most; the feel was exceptionally wonderful. Even after she gave birth, there was no change. Moreover, her breasts were exceptionally sensitive. Just a few gentle squeezes would make her weak and helpless, completely submissive to my control. That was truly her fatal weakness.

Under his ravaging, her breathing grew heavier and heavier. She even felt more comfortable than him, even somewhat enjoying the savage torment of this handsome boy, and even secretly hoping he would be rougher!

But at that moment, she did a decent job. Although Feng Quan had her weakness firmly grasped, perhaps because she was an adult, her reason returned in time. Although her whole body was limp, she still used the last bit of strength to pull his hand away and then pushed him to the ground...

Actually, Feng Quan was completely inexperienced. My wife was completely powerless to resist at this point, and even moving was an impossible task. She was only able to sit there and talk by sheer willpower. Even if he were to gently poke her buttocks through her clothes with a finger, she would immediately collapse into his arms, unable to stand up, completely powerless to resist his manipulation...

He was stunned at first, shocked by my wife's sudden and powerful resistance, but of course, he was not willing to give up and tried to stand up and continue forward.

"You're a man, how can you go back on your word!" my wife said softly.

"I...can't take it anymore..." he said, trying to move forward again.

"If you keep doing this, I'll never see you again!"

His wife was serious this time, and he pulled his hand away as if he'd been electrocuted. They looked at each other, and after a while, he reverted to his childlike self, whispering, "I'm sorry..."

His wife smiled awkwardly, "It's okay, let's go home!" She stood up, and the two remained silent on the way back.

My wife sat in the back seat, and Feng Quan spoke first, "Teacher, will you still tutor me in the future?"

"...What do you hope for?!"

"I hope so, but I'm afraid you'll be angry about what happened today. It's all my fault!"

"Just pretend today never happened..."

"Okay, I'll definitely listen to you!"

After exchanging a few insignificant words, they soon arrived home. Before getting out of the car, his wife told him, "Go back and thank your parents. I'm leaving now. Be careful on your way home.

" "Um...Teacher!" "

Is something wrong?

" "I'm scared!"

"Scared about what?"

"Scared about you not talking to me anymore!"

"...No!" His wife probably genuinely found him cute or was truly attracted to him, and gently patted his head. This greatly encouraged Feng Quan, who reached out and hugged her from behind. His wife didn't immediately pull away, but instead gently hugged him back.

"If you want me to feel at ease, can I touch you again?" he said, then brazenly placed his hand on her breast.

"Don't push your luck!" his wife said, pulling away from him, opening the car door, and getting out… She turned back and smiled at him, saying, "Don't be late for school tomorrow, go home and get some rest…" 03-14

Chapter Three

After hearing his wife's description of this special day, I couldn't describe how I felt. I couldn't bear the ambiguous relationship she and that boy had maintained from the beginning, I couldn't bear her deliberately accepting his invitation, I couldn't bear her agreeing to his excessive requests, kissing him, and having her breasts touched. That private space that should have belonged only to me had been ravaged by such a callow brat, and what I found most intolerable was that it happened with my wife's tacit approval.

I wonder what she was thinking when he fondled her breasts. Why couldn't she consider her husband's feelings? At that time, I was working tirelessly, barely sleeping through the night, chasing a major criminal day and night. To protect people's lives, I abandoned my family and career, risking my own safety to fight alongside my brothers on the front lines.

A good police wife should take care of the family and not distract me. This was a principle our political commissar and all the family members emphasized at our family meetings. It was her responsibility. But she not only failed to fulfill her responsibilities but also shamelessly allowed a student to violate her breasts. If Feng Quan hadn't been an inexperienced boy who didn't realize her desperate resistance and had been bolder enough to hold her tighter...

The moment her buttocks or thighs touched his erect penis through his pants, she instantly crumbled, becoming his defeated foe without resistance. Her haughty and aloof demeanor vanished, leaving him to read her entire body with every organ he possessed. That quiet corner of the mountain would inevitably become a battlefield of lewdness and utter lack of morality. My wife explained that her shrill voice, honed from practicing English loudly, echoed through the valley...

I was now truly on the verge of tears, utterly dejected, and didn't want to hear any more of what she was going to say. But a damn conflicting feeling forced me to continue pressing for more details. I was out of cigarettes, too lazy to go buy any more, so I called the supermarket to have them delivered directly to me...

After saying goodbye to Feng Quan, my wife hurried back home. She was afraid the boy would cause trouble, and she didn't want anyone to see anything at our doorstep. She entered the room, changed her shoes, and went into the bedroom, wanting to change her clothes quickly. When she saw the dried stain on her underwear and pantyhose, she blushed, feeling utterly ashamed. Recalling what had just happened, it felt like a dream, and she was also filled with lingering fear…

What would have happened if she hadn't controlled herself? Did he, such a big boy, even understand sex? Maybe he did; kids these days mature early, but he would definitely be clumsy. How big would his penis be, given his height? What would it have been like if we had slept together?

Unfortunately, everything between us was misaligned—age, generation, status. If I hadn't been married, would we have slept together? What would it feel like to have sex with him? Could I handle his tall, strong body if he entered me?

He's so young, he's definitely a hothead, inconsiderate. He'll just go in and attack recklessly, even if I die, he won't care until he's satisfied!

At that moment, she unconsciously reached for her vagina. When her hand touched the slippery fluid, she suddenly shuddered. Oh dear, how could I be thinking such things! No, I'm a teacher, a wife, a mother, I can't do that! Never, I can't betray my family. I consider myself a decent woman. Yes, I must be resolute.

In an instant, she resolved never to have anything to do with him again. Tomorrow, she would tell him with some reason that she couldn't tutor him anymore, and let him do whatever he wanted. But, as she got up and took off her top and bra, seeing her beautiful breasts in the mirror, a surge of heat rose from the depths of her heart.

It seems he really did touch me here. Yes, he touched my breasts. Does this count as cheating? Isn't this a mistake? If my husband knew, would he forgive me? If my colleagues, friends, and family knew that a student had touched my breasts, how could I face them? Being touched by another man would be an insult to my husband. How could I do this? Why didn't I stop him? Wasn't I ashamed?

If I had firmly refused then, I would have a clear conscience now, but I didn't. I was willing then? Why didn't I stop him forcefully? How did he touch me? It seems like he slipped his hand under my shirt, then directly inside my bra, and pinched my nipple. I felt numb all over. Why haven't I felt this way with my husband in so long? I'd almost forgotten what it felt like…

He's clearly annoying, a student all the teachers dislike. He sleeps in class, gets into fights after class, even the principal knows him. But why can't I bring myself to refuse him? Why don't I hate him? I really want to hate him… Why am I overthinking again? I can't go on like this. If I continue like this, I'll lose my family, my job, everything. Yes, I can't! He's nothing special, just a little kid. I just hate him, I'm annoyed by him!

Thinking this, my wife got up and went into the bathroom, hoping to wash away everything from the day with a shower, as if nothing had happened. After her shower, she felt tired and, in a daze, lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

Her phone rang, waking her up. She nervously picked it up, feeling both hopeful and afraid it was Feng Quan calling. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was her mother's house. Her mother-in-law asked, "Are you coming for dinner today? Are you picking up your daughter?"

She felt too tired to say yes, and would go tomorrow.

Her mother complained a few times, saying she was almost abandoning her daughter, and then hung up.

Her mind was in turmoil, so she simply turned off her phone and tossed and turned in bed all night…

On Monday, on her way to work, she was filled with anxiety, unsure how to face this student. Acting as if nothing had happened seemed impossible…

English class was the second period in the morning, and Feng Quan was still sitting in the last seat, constantly watching her as before. She felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze and could only rely on her rapid-fire English to mask her emotions. She constantly reminded herself to hate him, hate him—he was already a very annoying student…

Wednesday, a day of fear and tension, arrived quickly. Feng Quan appeared in the office on time.

“Teacher, let’s begin the tutoring session,” Feng Quan said respectfully.

“Feng Quan, I have something to tell you. My parents have to go out of town for a while, so my daughter will be without care. We can’t tutor you right now. If you need help, I can recommend another teacher, okay?” She spoke calmly but inwardly, her heart pounding.

“…” Feng Quan was stunned for a minute, then angrily got up and turned to leave.

His attitude was exactly what my wife expected. Her plan was to provoke him, whom she disliked, but for some reason, she actually did it. Seeing Feng Quan's reaction, she felt no joy, even a pang of pain…

There was nothing she could do; he was a child, but she wasn't. She couldn't let it continue like this. Even if she had to drop out of school as he suggested

, she had to stick to her promise to finish at 10 PM. She received a text from Feng Quan: "Didn't we agree to be like before, as if nothing happened? Why are you going back on your word first!"

Faced with his aggressive questioning, she really didn't know how to answer.

"I really have something going on at home, I can't help it."

"Fine, you're just deliberately avoiding me!"

"Think what you want…" My wife really didn't know how to respond, so she could only use this negative tone.

But Feng Quan didn't reply.

These past two days seemed to have returned to their previous calm, as if nothing had happened. Only Feng Quan no longer paid attention in class; he would sleep on his desk during English class. She was the teacher, so she had to remind him, but he acted as if he hadn't heard her.

She was furious. If she ignored him, other students would follow his example, so she simply kicked him out of class and warned him not to listen next time. He didn't sleep in the next class, but he was still distracted and listless. She knew he was doing this to show her he was angry, but she hardened her heart and ignored him.

These past few days, my parents have been away attending a relative's wedding in another city, so they'll be gone for a few days. She had a huge fight with her parents yesterday because they blamed her for neglecting the child and not showing up for two days while her husband was away on a business trip. She was already upset, and having been spoiled since childhood, she argued with her parents and, in a fit of anger, took the child home.

She didn't take her to school during the day, but brought her home at night.

Unfortunately, the temperature difference between day and night has been large these days, and her daughter caught a bad cold one night. The doctor at the community hospital suggested giving her some fever reducers, but if that didn't work, they should take her to the children's hospital the next day. This was adding insult to injury, but she's so stubborn; she wouldn't go to her parents or bother relatives and friends.

She did call me, but that day I was rushing to the local county police station after working overtime. I had just taken a short nap in the car when she called, asking if I could come home early because our daughter was sick.

It was my fault for being rude; I scolded her on the phone, "How can you be so ignorant? Do you know why I'm here? Do you think I'm on vacation and can just go back whenever I want? Aren't your parents at home? You're an adult, and you can't even take care of this..." Then I hung up angrily. Looking back, it's all my fault.

If I hadn't acted that way, maybe none of this would have happened. Women tend to rely on men in difficult times. I called her the next day, but she didn't answer. The third day, she said calmly that everything was fine, that it was okay. I assumed she was still angry with me and didn't think much of it, continuing to work day and night...

Our daughter's fever hadn't subsided, so she took the morning off from work and took a taxi to the children's hospital alone. When she arrived at the hospital entrance, she was shocked to see a sea of people, with parents and children queuing everywhere. Her daughter had always been healthy and had never been to a children's hospital before; for minor illnesses, she would just go to a regular hospital's pediatric department for some medicine. This was her first time, and she was completely disoriented, holding her daughter alone and feeling utterly lost.

Just then, a woman approached and asked, "Want to register?"

She knew this was a shill, so she ignored her and kept walking. But the woman persisted, saying things like, "You can't get a registration yourself, so I'll register you and not delay your child's treatment," etc. Feeling helpless and unsure what to do, she asked how much it would cost. The shill quoted 300 yuan. Perhaps due to her profession, she was rather inflexible and already looked down on these people. Hearing the price, she felt it was blatant robbery and turned to leave. But the woman's attitude changed; suddenly, several men surrounded her, using both soft and hard tactics, insisting that she had to register her.

Surrounded by several inmates, she panicked. She'd never experienced anything like it before. These men, like robbers, relentlessly pressured her, and her daughter cried. She felt utterly helpless, tears welling in her eyes.

Just then, Feng Quan suddenly appeared before her. "Teacher, come with me." He pulled her out of the encirclement. Seeing a tall young man suddenly appear, the men stopped bothering her. Feng Quan

led her directly into the main building. Surprisingly, a doctor was waiting for him at the entrance. He called out, "Aunt Hu!" The doctor responded warmly. Then Feng Quan turned and pointed to my wife, saying, "This is our homeroom teacher!"

"Hello, Teacher Tong!" the doctor greeted warmly.

"Oh, hello, hello!" my wife responded somewhat confusedly.

"Teacher, this is Aunt Hu, she's the doctor here. We'll just follow her," Feng Quan said, and he and Dr. Hu led the way.

Dr. Hu asked my wife about our child's condition as they walked, then took her directly to the internal medicine department. She asked my wife to wait outside for a moment. After going inside and closing the door, she came out a while later with a slip of paper and told her to take this, get a number, and go directly to see the doctor. At this moment, Feng Quan snatched the slip of paper and said, "I'll go."

My wife didn't stop him, but just handed him our daughter's medical record. He turned and walked away quickly.

Dr. Hu said, "Teacher Tong, I have work to do, I can't stay with you any longer. If anything happens, Feng Quan knows my phone number, I have to go back quickly!"

"Oh, thank you so much!"

Dr. Hu left, and my wife waited anxiously at the door. Everything had happened so suddenly; she still couldn't process what was going on, how he had suddenly appeared. A while later, Feng Quan came back with a few things and handed them to my wife, saying, "Teacher, please go in."

When my wife entered the examination room, there was still another patient being seen. The doctor glanced at her number and said to sit aside and wait a while. She really didn't expect that she would be seen by herself when she came in, despite the long queue outside. The doctor said the child needed to undergo several tests. Feng Quan, who was waiting outside, asked what was wrong as soon as she came out. After his wife explained, he said, "I'll take you." He expertly navigated the various labs and finished in no time.

His wife was incredibly grateful to him; he had been a huge help, and she didn't know what she would have done otherwise! While waiting for the results, his wife remembered to ask him, "Why are you here instead of in class?"

Feng Quan chuckled, "I heard your child was sick and you came here for treatment, so I took leave and told my mom. She sent a car to pick me up from school and arranged for Aunt Hu to wait for me, so I came to help you!"

"What about your class?"

"I'll think about it later!" Feng Quan said with a smile,

"How come you know this place so well? Who was that doctor just now?"

"That's my mom's good friend. I know this place well because I've been here many times. When I was little, it was me. A few days ago, I accompanied my cousin's family to see a doctor!"

His wife didn't know how to thank him. She never expected that this little boy in her eyes would be so thoughtful, appearing at the most crucial moment. The moment she saw him, she almost burst into tears. She felt like a wronged and helpless child suddenly seeing a relative.

It all felt like destiny. I should have been by her side right now, but unexpectedly, it was this student who caused her so much conflict when she needed him most…

Our daughter's test results were fine; the doctor prescribed some simple medication. Feng Quan was busy queuing and paying, while my wife just sat and waited for him to return. Afterward, Feng Quan took out his phone, made a call, and said, "Bring the car out." He then told my wife to wait a moment. A black Audi pulled up in front of them. Feng Quan opened the door and let my wife get in, then he got in himself and gave the driver our address…

This incident completely shattered my wife's willpower to dislike Feng Quan, but she didn't think the worst. She just thought that if she could keep him as a purely platonic younger brother forever, that would be the perfect outcome…

That evening, her mother came to visit and found out she was sick. Since they both knew about her daughter, the argument was over.

The next day, my wife deliberately called Feng Quan to her office after work, wanting to express her gratitude. She was initially quite relaxed, but when his tall figure appeared before her, she inexplicably felt a little nervous.

"Teacher, you wanted to see me?!"

"Thank you for yesterday!" my wife said with a smile.

"How will you thank me?" Feng Quan responded with a smile.

"...You tell me." His question surprised my wife, so she had no choice but to go along with it, afraid he would make some unreasonable request.

"I was just joking, but if you really want to thank me, how about I treat you to a meal?"

"You don't earn any money now, you're spending your parents' money. Don't be so extravagant. Do you think it's appropriate for you to use your parents' money to treat me to a meal? Besides, your parents helped me, how can I let you treat me to a meal? Don't learn this kind of social behavior at such a young age."

"Then you treat me!"

"...Okay, tell me where you want to go, I'll treat you and your parents!" Having said that, my wife couldn't say anything more.

"If you really want to treat me, let me try your cooking. How about coming to your house?" Feng Quan said half-jokingly.

"This... let's forget it. My cooking skills are terrible, I don't want to embarrass myself." His wife actually felt it was inappropriate and that's why she refused.

"Then forget it. Can you continue to tutor me in the future?"

"...Let's forget it. You can keep up if you focus more on your classes."

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you anymore. I just want to study English properly."

"Okay then, come over next Wednesday!" His wife felt embarrassed to refuse again.

She thought things would continue peacefully like this. Although it wasn't what his wife wanted most, it was the best outcome.

From then on, Feng Quan truly stopped showing any disrespect. He would just greet her normally when he saw her. His behavior, however, made her feel a little unhappy. Women can be really strange sometimes.

That Wednesday arrived quickly. The evening tutoring session was particularly enjoyable. Feng Quan studied diligently, and she taught with great enthusiasm. She even deliberately tried to joke with him. Perhaps it was the good impression his help had left that day that made her forget her desire to dislike him, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

Suddenly, she realized that Feng Quan's focused study was also captivating. His angular face, his sharp, eagle-like eyes, always seemed to hold a hint of mischief and unwavering determination. His slightly furrowed brows and meticulous focus on his work drew her in again. She stared at him intently, and suddenly, she was reminded of that afternoon in the wilderness…

“Teacher, I’m finished!” Feng Quan interrupted her thoughts.

“Oh, good!” She knew her face was red. For

some reason, she even hoped Feng Quan would be a little more audacious, even tease her a bit, or even just give her a light touch. She wouldn’t be angry; that might make her feel even better. What’s wrong with me today? Suddenly remembering that her period was approaching and it was her ovulation period, she watched Feng Quan grow increasingly uncomfortable. She desperately wanted to pounce on him, hug him tightly, and let him kiss her passionately, fondle her breasts, and…

But Feng Quan didn't say anything that night, remaining perfectly respectful until after his tutoring session.

This left her feeling somewhat disappointed…

That evening, after self-study, she went straight back to her dormitory. She was restless throughout the entire session, and several times she even impulsively thought about calling Feng Quan out to chat with him—maybe that would make her feel better. But that was just wishful thinking and unrealistic. Yet, she found herself pacing around Feng Quan that night, intentionally or unintentionally. Now, not seeing him made her feel a little better, and gradually, that burning desire disappeared. Before going to bed, she realized she had forgotten her phone and reluctantly went back to get it. As she walked past the small pine tree by the pond, she saw Feng Quan walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat, and the fire that had just subsided was reignited.

"Teacher, where are you going so late?"

"Oh, I forgot my phone in the office, going back to get it. Why are you out?"

"Nothing, just feeling down, can't sleep!"

"What's bothering you?" "What do

you think?"

"..." The wife didn't know how to answer.

Suddenly, Feng Quan reached out and pulled my wife close, holding her tightly in his arms. He then thrust his tongue into her mouth with all his might. This time, my wife didn't resist; she went limp and responded passionately. She even let out a low, pleasurable moan, which Feng Quan heard despite her efforts to control it. Excitedly, he reached into her bra again. My wife quickly pushed him away; after all, this was a school, and the consequences of being seen by others were unimaginable…

Neither of them spoke. My wife turned and ran towards the dormitory. Feng Quan caught up with her in two strides, picked her up, and quickly walked towards a dark corner. She felt incredibly comfortable against his broad chest, a feeling she had never experienced before, letting him take her wherever he wanted…

In some dark corner, he put her down and frantically unbuttoned her outer garment and bra. My wife seemed to enjoy his powerful and frenzied actions. He touched her incredibly smooth and elastic breasts again, fondling them with a mixture of madness and tenderness, as if he were handling a toy he had regained.

His wife was completely defenseless, her legs gradually weakening. If he hadn't been holding her, she would have collapsed to the ground. His hands roughly unbuckled her belt, and just as his hand touched a corner of the pubic hair, she pinched him hard, her eyes glazed, and said, "Not here, okay?"

Chapter Four

: It's the early hours of the morning. My wife and I are sitting facing each other in the living room. She paused here, looked up at me, and I didn't react, waiting for her to continue. People can become numb when stimulated to a certain degree; I'm close to that. The entire living room is filled with smoke…

Feng Quan felt a sharp pain from her pinch and involuntarily loosened his grip. His wife broke free of him. She knew she was in a sorry state; her belt was undone, and although her pants hadn't fallen down, a large portion of her white underwear was exposed. Her top was also unbuttoned, and one side of her white lace bra was undone, the other hanging over her shoulder.

The two white bras, one on top of the other, and her newly emerged breasts were completely exposed to the air. Although it was night, the moonlight allowed Feng Quan to see everything clearly. Although it wasn't the first time, it still made her incredibly shy. She hurriedly turned around and quickly straightened her clothes, trying to calm her conflicted emotions as she did so.

Feng Quan hesitated for a moment, then walked up behind her. "Where are you going?"

he asked, gently pressing his hands on her shoulders. His mind was in turmoil. This guy had seen his fair share of women, but my wife was the most unique one he'd ever been with. This sense of mystery was like the first time he'd ever touched a girl—tense, exciting, and thrilling. But he still couldn't fathom his wife's feelings, so he didn't take it any further.

"..." His wife didn't speak.

She was engaged in a fierce internal struggle. Why did her body seem to be out of her control tonight? Ever since she started tutoring him, she'd been restless, and her heart would race whenever she saw Feng Quan. Wasn't that exactly what she'd wanted? Although they'd been married for so many years and her physiological functions were normal, she had never experienced such an uncontrollable feeling before.

During evening self-study, she really wanted to call him out to her office to talk about his studies and encourage him. But deep down, she probably didn't want to admit it. Only her unspoken sixth sense knew that calling him out to talk about studies was just a pretext. She actually hoped that during their conversation, Feng Quan would suddenly act rudely towards her like he had that day in the wilderness—hug her, kiss her, even touch her breasts. This might make her feel better, and then she could push him away as she had that day, relieving the torment without losing face; the responsibility would still lie with Feng Quan.

But she only thought about it and restrained herself. She knew this was wishful thinking. If what happened in the wilderness happened again, she would be doomed this time, with no chance of escaping this powerful enemy's clutches and facing an unmanageable mess. So she didn't do it.

But she also felt a little guilty towards Feng Quan. If he said he liked her, why didn't he take the initiative to find her, to seduce her? She seemed to be trying to satisfy some psychological need. She verbally reprimanded Feng Quan for acting this way, saying that if he didn't want her to ignore him, things would be the same as before. But after a few days, she felt a little unwilling to

let go of the matter. If Feng Quan had just expressed his feelings a few more times, she would feel better. That night, she was lost in thought, feeling not only physically but also mentally, which made her somewhat irritable and restless. She finally made it to the end of evening self-study, but unexpectedly, she ran into him here again. Sometimes you have to believe in fate. There are good relationships and bad relationships in the world. She didn't know which one she and Feng Quan belonged to, but what was meant to happen still happened.

In reality, the entire encounter took no more than two minutes, including the time Feng Quan carried her here. But in those two minutes, Feng Quan's series of blows almost made her surrender. Her conflicted feelings of wanting and not wanting left her neither resisting nor cooperating, simply letting him vent his desires...

Tonight, she felt as if something was blocking her vagina, unable to come out no matter what she did. It felt like a soft feather was constantly rubbing against her inner thigh, itchy and she didn't know how to relieve it. Usually, when supervising evening self-study, she would sit behind the lectern, concentrating on preparing lessons or reading.

But tonight, she couldn't sit still. Sitting down only made the discomfort worse, so she could only pace back and forth to alleviate this indescribable torment. Even when explaining problems to students, she was often absent-minded, her mind wandering several times. She even failed to notice when a colleague greeted her while she was in the bathroom.

Later, she didn't dare look at Feng Quan anymore. She found that the more she looked at him, the more uncomfortable she felt, and then her mind started racing with all sorts of

wild thoughts. She even berated herself for being so weak, for her body being so uncooperative. She had experienced this strange physical sensation before, but never so intensely… The moment Feng Quan touched her nipple, she could clearly feel that something inside her vagina seemed to come out, gushing out like a tidal wave. Luckily, she was wearing a panty liner, otherwise her underwear would definitely be wet. She had never experienced this before; she only ever had some lubricating fluid before sex and during orgasm. This time, she didn't know what was coming out. But as soon as Feng Quan stopped attacking, the feeling returned, even more intensely. She realized that only Feng Quan could cure this peculiar torment in her body…

At that moment, she desperately wanted Feng Quan to pin her to the ground. She felt like a solution, confined to its container, needing another solution added to it so she could quickly evaporate into the air and drift freely, even if it meant disappearing completely soon. And that solution was Feng Quan, unique and irreplaceable in this world.

She wanted to be completely and utterly played with by Feng Quan's strong body, willing to endure even the most brutal acts, letting her screams fill the entire campus. Even if everyone saw her, Feng Quan wouldn't stop, until she died in this pleasure…

Feng Quan's blunt question left her bewildered. She craved the thrill of evaporation, yet she knew that once dissolved, it could never solidify again. Though remaining in that vessel meant she could exist in the world, she would forever be devoid of passion and freedom, unchanged from the stagnant pool, merely a visible form, forever unable to experience the beauty of evaporation. What meaning would there be in staying? She was probably already tired of this life…

Faced with Feng Quan's question, she didn't know how to answer. She said to herself, "Can't we not stay here?"

She didn't even know what she meant.

Just then, her phone rang. She glanced at it, composed herself, and answered.

"Hello."

"Mommy! Are you coming to pick me up today?

" "Oh! Honey, Mommy's on duty today, I can't go. Didn't Grandma tell you?"

"Oh, I just miss Mommy!" "

Mommy misses you too. How about Mommy brings you something delicious after work tomorrow?"

"Okay, then Mommy's going to sleep."

"Okay, be good!" "...

This phone call made her feel incredibly bad. Her daughter was at home missing her mother, while her mother had done something shameful at school with that tall boy her daughter had seen last time. Although she hadn't completely betrayed her, it was still an unforgivable mistake. She had always felt sorry for me, but what she did also hurt her daughter. She doesn't just belong to me, she belongs to her daughter too. She has no right to let others trample on her! Since this happened, she's rarely thought about her daughter. Now, she felt incredibly guilty and couldn't help but shed tears...

Seeing her like this, Feng Quan felt helpless. The atmosphere instantly turned icy, and the two stood there, neither knowing what to say.

"Teacher, are we still going?" Feng Quan's question sounded incredibly ridiculous.

"...Go back and rest, you have class tomorrow!" His wife said, her back to him, crying.

"Are you... alright?" He was at a loss seeing his wife like this, feeling like he had committed some terrible crime.

"I'm fine, I'm fine! Just go! Never let me see you again!! " "She raised her voice! Her words were unbecoming of her status.

"Why are you angry? What did I do?!" Feng Quan felt annoyed at missing out on his idol again and raised his voice as well.

"I hate you, okay! Get out! I never want to see you again!" His wife lowered her voice and calmed down.

Feng Quan couldn't understand why she was suddenly angry with him, or even if it was directed at him. In fact, his wife was targeting him, and it was true that she didn't want to admit it. Besides feeling guilty, she also blamed Feng Quan for stopping his crazy behavior. After all, he was young and couldn't understand the heart of a mature woman...

Feng Quan was stunned for a moment, then turned and ran without saying a word. His wife watched him disappear into the night, then sat down on the ground and wept bitterly. She didn't know if it was regret or sadness, but seeing Feng Quan leave in anger only made her more upset. She sat there helplessly crying for a long time until she released all her bitterness before standing up. The crying eased her physical pain. She glanced towards the boys' dormitory, then headed towards her own…

The next day, she walked nervously into class. To her delight, Feng Quan was still there on time, but he was clearly in a bad mood. Friday was no different; he didn't come to ask her any questions for two days. My wife felt somewhat relieved; as long as he didn't skip school or drop out because of what she said, she didn't need to feel guilty.

That day after school, they bumped into each other in the hallway. Feng Quan actually turned away and talked to the student next to him, ignoring her—something he never did before. My wife was a little angry. "It's good that he ignores me; I'll have some peace and quiet. I wish he would never talk to me again!" "

Her period started right on time that day. She had a problem where she would feel completely weak on the night before her period, unable to do anything but lie in bed, and would also be irritable. The next day, she would be fine.

That night, she tossed and turned in bed, her phone next to her pillow, and didn't get a good night's sleep. The weekend was dull and irritable, restless and unwilling to do anything. She would take out her phone every now and then, look at her contacts, and then close it again. She only exchanged half-hearted words with her parents.

On Monday, Feng Quan still showed up in class as usual, with his usual sour face, silent and unresponsive. Her feelings became increasingly complicated, as if she had done something wrong, and she even felt a little guilty. On Wednesday, she deliberately called on him to answer questions, but he knew nothing, and his former enthusiasm had vanished.

His wife was also angry, "Who do you think you are? If you're so capable, then never talk to me again, never attend English class, you might as well drop out!" "

She spent the last two days of this week with the same feeling.

Another aimless weekend. She was a little scared before the holiday started because her daughter would go to her parents' house to play as soon as the holiday began. She used to enjoy the peace and quiet, going out shopping and eating with colleagues or friends. This week, she didn't want to do anything, unable to stop thinking about that matter.

Does he really never want to talk to me again? He ignores me, why should I care about him? A child is just a child, he has no manly qualities at all. But why am I feeling more and more upset? He hasn't said a word to me all week, hasn't asked a single question. He didn't even say a word to me on Wednesday, and he didn't come to his tutoring class. She was hoping for that opportunity on Wednesday, but he acted like it never happened. Maybe I should give him..." He makes a phone call? Why should I? Am I being pathetic?!

I, Tong Xue, am not that kind of person; I've never given in to anyone. But am I ruining a student's life by doing this? After all, I'm his teacher. I'm not calling to talk about us; I'm reminding him to study hard. It's my duty, otherwise his parents will have a reason to blame me! Yes, that's it!

She finally found a reason to call him and nervously dialed the number…

Unfortunately, Feng Quan's phone was off…

Her mood instantly plummeted, and tears welled up in her eyes. She wiped away her tears, inwardly cursing herself for being so weak. Had she really fallen for him? Impossible. Was it worth it for a student? She didn't want to think about it anymore. She was an adult; how could she… Suddenly, she acted like a child. Thinking about this, she wanted to find a way to ease the pain and completely escape this shadow. Luckily, she hadn't made a big mistake; it wasn't too late to regret it.

She called and arranged to meet Wang Xinyue, a biology teacher who had joined the school in the same year as her. Wang Xinyue was her best friend at school; they got along very well, shared similar interests, and lived relatively close. Wang Xinyue even complained a bit about not having hung out together for two weeks, saying she'd forgotten her friends. They agreed to meet at their usual spot and go shopping together.

Determined to completely let go of this, she quickly washed her face, put on makeup, and then chose clothes: white lace-trimmed underwear. While putting on her bra, she gently tugged it down to check if her breasts were sagging—not at all. A denim mini-skirt, blue and white. She wore a woolen top, black pantyhose, and her long, straight legs were accentuated by the stockings, making them even more perfect.

She paired this with white ankle boots and a beige trench coat. Looking in the mirror, she looked radiant. My wife's most beautiful feature is actually her mouth; it's perfectly sized, with her upper lip slightly fuller than her lower lip. With lip gloss and her nonchalant air, she looked even more sexy. She had just had her hair permed a week ago, and usually wore it loose on her days off.

She hadn't gone far from home when she saw several boys playing basketball under the makeshift hoop in the neighborhood. One of them was about the same height as Feng Quan, and she couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. This boy wasn't as handsome or as strong as Feng Quan. For some reason, she was thinking of him again. She cursed herself for being so weak and quickened her pace.

The more she tried to suppress it, the more trouble she encountered. She suddenly felt that familiar sensation again, an itch spreading from her inner thighs to her vagina, her heart racing. The feeling grew stronger and stronger; her brain wouldn't obey her commands. Feng Quan's image was forcibly recalled and played repeatedly in her mind, the more it played, the stronger the physical sensations became.

She even considered giving up shopping; she didn't want to do anything at that moment. If Feng Quan were in front of her, she would definitely go up to him and talk to him, even apologize to him—she would do anything to calm him down.

Thinking of this, she wanted to berate herself again. How could she be so pathetic! She walked forward, her mind heavy with worry, not even noticing Wang Xinyue calling her.

"What have you been busy with these past two weekends?" Wang Xinyue asked as soon as they met.

"Oh, it's nothing, I've been busy with family matters these past two weeks!"

"You're really busy. Your husband's still away on his business trip?"

"No!"

"What's wrong? You don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Hmm, am I? No, not at all!" She sounded a little flustered. "If you're not feeling well, don't force yourself. Let's go to my place or yours and chat for a while!"

"It's okay, let's go!"

"Where to?"

"Hmm, let's go to Xidan!" She felt a little better chatting with Wang Yi, so they took a taxi straight to Xidan. Walking down the street, the wife frequently attracted the man's attention; she certainly had a refined air about her.

"Where are we going?" Wang Xinyue asked, meaning which shopping mall.

"Hmm, let's look at sportswear."

"Huh? Why do you want to look at sportswear today?"

"Oh, I'm showing it to my husband; he wants to buy some!"

"Him? He's such a conservative person, and he wants to wear sportswear?" Wang Xinyue was a little surprised. Indeed, I rarely wear sportswear; I only wear police uniforms or jackets, and I rarely wear casual clothes.

Wang Xinyue didn't understand that his wife had her own agenda. She'd heard Feng Quan mention that she often bought shoes there, especially basketball shoes. So, subconsciously, she wanted to shop there, hoping to bump into Feng Quan. She didn't need anything else; even just a greeting from him would be enough.

She was going crazy. She'd just sworn at home that she was going shopping to forget him, to stop thinking about him. But now she was hoping to "accidentally" run into him, comforting herself that she wasn't consciously trying to see him, that it was just a coincidence! But she was truly disappointed. She shopped at several sports stores, but there was no "coincidence."

Wang Xinyue was getting annoyed. "What's wrong with you? You said you were looking at sportswear but you didn't even look properly. You just walked around and left. Do you even want to buy anything?"

Seeing her friend getting impatient, she had no choice but to give up on the idea. She absentmindedly accompanied Wang Xinyue to look at women's clothing. She had no interest in buying anything that day and couldn't muster any enthusiasm for anything. When Wang asked for her opinion, she was vague

. Her unusual behavior didn't attract much attention from Wang Xinyue, who, on the other hand, was enjoying the shopping. As it got dark, the two randomly found a restaurant and chatted while eating. "Are you feeling unwell today?" Wang asked seemingly casually.

"No, why do you keep asking this today?"

"I see you're always absent-minded. Is something wrong?"

"Um...no!"

Actually, his wife really wanted to tell her everything. It was better to have someone to talk to than to keep it bottled up inside. But how could she bring it up? What could she say to anyone? How embarrassing! What would people think of her if she told a student? Even her best friend probably wouldn't understand. After dinner, his wife said she was tired, and the two ended their outing.

Shopping, while not exactly the relaxing experience she'd hoped for to help her forget him, was still somewhat better. At least she was tired from walking in high heels all day and could get some rest earlier. However, something Wang Xinyue casually mentioned deeply affected her again. It wasn't Wang's fault; who knew this was her most vulnerable spot?

"Your class won the basketball championship last time; the school probably gave them a lot of prize money!" Wang said casually.

"Oh!"

His wife hadn't wanted to talk about this, but Wang ignored her and continued, "These days, you don't know what girls are thinking!"

"What's wrong?" his wife asked dismissively.

"You never want to study properly, you're so young and already busy making friends and dating. It's one thing for boys to be shameless, but girls are the same."

"Oh, you're not the homeroom teacher, why are you involved in this?"

"Don't even mention it! The other day in my class I caught a little girl writing a love letter. You know, these girls these days are so shameless!"

"Heh, society's progressed, they're maturing earlier and earlier."

"I looked at it and it was written to one of your students!"

"Oh? Who?"

"Guess who!"

My wife didn't need to guess to know it was Feng Quan, the school's famous handsome guy, but she still asked, "I can't guess."

"Feng Quan!"

Hearing that name, my wife's mood plummeted again, but she couldn't help wanting to know about Feng Quan. She started to get nervous, but still pretended to be calm and asked what happened.

"That girl has a crush on Feng Quan and is pursuing him. I didn't make things difficult for her, I just said a few words to her after class and returned it to her!"

"Oh, I see!"

"You know, Feng Quan from your class is really handsome, I heard most of the girls in the school like him!"

His wife felt a heavy weight in her heart after hearing this, a mix of emotions welling up inside, but she maintained a nonchalant facade. "I don't think so!"

That's how people are; the more they like someone or something, the more they sometimes belittle it. "He's quite handsome..."

As she listened to Wang Xinyue's evaluation of Feng Quan, she also thought about this. Hearing her say Feng Quan was handsome, she felt a strange sense of pride. Even her colleagues agreed that this handsome guy could fall for her, which meant... She pretended to be uninterested, but inside she secretly hoped... Wang said a few more things. His wife had impulsively wanted to tell her about it, even if it wasn't the whole story, just that Feng had written her love letters to pursue her and see how her friends reacted. But she held back, thinking it was better not to say anything; the fewer people who knew, the less trouble there would be… After a moment of smugness, she thought about the current situation and Feng Quan's attitude this week, and couldn't help but feel sad again.

They arrived home quickly. They parted at the entrance of the complex. Wang Xinyue could see his wife's fluctuating mood. Before parting, he teased, "You don't look too well. Are you missing your husband? You're at that age where you're supposed to be full of energy, it's really tough on you!"

His wife seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and was speechless, her face burning. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Look, your face is all red!" Wang Xinyue said, pointing at her face with a smile.

"You're so annoying, I'm ignoring you, bye-bye!" "His wife became even more embarrassed by what he said and hurriedly said goodbye.

The house was so quiet and lonely. She sat listlessly on the sofa, turned on the TV, and the lonely environment made Feng Quan's image fill her mind again. An idol drama was playing on TV, with the male and female leads sitting together, caressing and kissing each other. She felt that feeling irresistibly coming towards her body again. She tried her best to control it and wanted to get up to do something else, but at this moment she felt too weak to stand up.

She felt like her whole body was on fire. Alone in this quiet house, she didn't need to control anything anymore. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't control it. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and entered a state that suited her current physical condition. Her breathing became more and more uneven, and her consciousness became blurred. She seemed to be back in the wilderness that day, and everything that happened that day appeared clearly before her eyes."

She slipped her hands inside her bra, gently kneading her breasts. The slightest touch on her erect nipples sent a jolt through her body. She wished these were Feng Quan's hands; they were almost twice her size, practically enveloping her entire breasts. Both times Feng Quan had touched her, it felt incredibly good, even though it was only for a short time. The caress made her feel weak and tingly, as if she were being electrocuted.

His large, cold hands sent a chill down her spine the moment they touched her nipples, followed by a warm current spreading throughout her body. She had never felt her breasts held so firmly before. As she felt Feng Quan's insatiable, relentless exploration and caress, she felt her breasts were finally being put to good use.

She even went so far as to imagine that breastfeeding here was secondary, and that the main purpose was for someone to ravage and play with—more accurately, for Feng Quan to ravage. She felt her breasts were born for Feng Quan, their size and shape seemingly measured specifically to fit his hands…

At this moment, she didn't feel any better; instead, she felt increasingly uncomfortable. No matter how she touched her breasts, it couldn't achieve the same effect as when Feng Quan touched them. It was like scratching an itch through a boot—the mysterious heat inside her vagina seemed to be swelling more and more, even causing her lower abdomen to ache, but she was completely helpless.

She tried to forcefully dig her hand inside her vagina through her pantyhose, but instead of working, it seemed to stimulate the heat to churn even more violently. She felt she couldn't bear it any longer, letting out a painful groan and cursing, "Feng Quan, you bastard!" She didn't know why she cursed him, but at that moment, she hated him intensely! She hated that he couldn't appear before her in time, hated that he couldn't ravage her…

No boy or man had ever moved her like this before. Needless to say, during her school days, and even after we married, she had no shortage of suitors at work, whether handsome or talented, but she had never been moved. Of course, because she had a family, she didn't think about these things. But why was this Feng Quan so irresistible? I couldn't understand it at all.

That day, while she was suffering from the torment of her unrequited love, I called her, explaining that there was a situation here and she couldn't return for the time being. And it was true; two key criminal suspects had fled to Yunnan, and we had to continue our pursuit, and it was urgent. If they managed to smuggle themselves out of the country from there, it would be a serious problem.

After listening, she seemed to intentionally vent her anger on me, "So our daughter's travel plans are ruined again!?"

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. Why don't you and your parents take her?"

"Is that the same thing? Will you even be able to come home for the New Year?"

"What are you talking about? Of course, don't be angry. I'll go the day after I get back, okay?"

"Alright, alright, I know, I can't count on you for anything!" She hung up before I could say anything.

I was also very upset at the time. First, I really felt bad for my daughter, and second, she hadn't even bothered to check on me properly since I'd been away from home for so long. But then I thought maybe she was angry. It's true, I hadn't been home for over a month, and now I didn't know how long it would be, and it must have been hard on her. I couldn't help her with anything. I was determined to bring her a nice agate ornament from Yunnan this time, so I didn't think much of it at the time. Work didn't allow me time to worry about it, so I didn't realize anything would happen that night…

After she hung up, she didn't even bother to scold me, only saying, "I've never counted on you, I can't count on you for anything!" She was on the verge of a breakdown.

Just then, her phone rang again. It was Feng Quan calling. Her heart pounded like it had flipped 360 degrees—excited and thrilled. After calming herself down, her hand trembled as she pressed the answer button.

"Teacher, are you resting?" he asked, his voice still the same.

"No, what's up?" His wife pretended to be calm, but the moment she heard his deep voice, she almost fainted. The warmth of his voice almost made her plead.

"Is it convenient for you to talk?" he asked cautiously.

"Yes, it's alright, go ahead!" his wife feigned. "Please

don't be angry with me, okay? I was wrong."

"What's wrong? You didn't do anything wrong?" his wife feigned ignorance.

"Anyway, please don't be angry with me, okay? I promise I'll continue to study hard, and please don't hate me!"

"Okay, it's good that you're studying hard, is that all?" She didn't want him to say yes.

"Oh, is that all?"

Feng Quan's answer disappointed her again. She actually hoped he would say something harsh. She considered herself a virtuous and good woman, and she always looked down on those shameless women. Seeing some girls at school being harassed by boys, not only not getting angry or stopping them, but even seeming happy, made her angry. She would sometimes scold such girls harshly, saying they lacked self-respect and self-love; a girl's body is noble and sacred, how could she let others violate it so easily? Doing so would also be a disservice to her parents!

But now she herself had become like that, actually hoping for a boy to tease and harass her; she was willing to let others violate her own body. She wondered if she had ever thought about the words she used to scold her students.

"Alright then, you should get some rest!" she said, concealing her disappointment.

"Wait a minute, teacher, is there something you need?" Feng Quan seemed to suddenly remember something.

"What's wrong? What do you mean?"

"If it's convenient for you, could you come out and sit for a while? I'd like to ask you some questions!"

"It's so late, isn't it inconvenient?"

The wife's "inconvenient" followed by a question clearly indicated her agreement, but she was afraid Feng Quan would just say no.

"If you're free, just sit for a bit. It's not convenient for me to go to your house right now, so I'll sit outside! I'm downstairs from your house!" Feng Quan was a little anxious, revealing that he was downstairs from his house.

"Ah, how come you're downstairs from my house?" His wife was both surprised and delighted. She ran to the window without even putting on her shoes, as it was too dark to see.

"I've been downstairs from your house for an hour, too scared to call or go up!"

"Wait a moment..."

His wife excitedly started getting ready, still wearing the clothes she had worn shopping that afternoon, but she tidied herself up a bit, smoothing out her pantyhose, adjusting her bra, touching up her makeup, and then quickly walked towards the door.

Once they reached the first floor, she calmed herself down and slowly walked out. The BMW that had picked her up last time was parked at the building entrance. His wife opened the passenger door, finally ending two days of torment. Seeing that young, handsome face again, she was exceptionally happy.

Feng Quan was also overjoyed. He knew what it meant that she had agreed to meet him so late. After those two brief but passionate encounters, her willingness to meet him alone clearly proved his worth. No girl could escape him, but this girl was different. Her identity and mature charm were unlike anything he had ever experienced before. That sense of mystery was irresistible. The feel of touching her breasts was wonderful, indescribable; he longed to experience that feeling again.

Neither of them knew what to say…

His wife tried to remain calm, “What’s up? Ask me what you need!”

Feng Quan said nothing, but roughly pulled her into his arms. His wife no longer had the energy or willpower to resist him, and she responded passionately to his kiss. She could smell the mixture of smoke and alcohol on his breath.

Feng Quan felt as if he wanted to swallow his wife whole. She felt as if his strong arms were about to break all the bones in her body, but the pain was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure. He then reached for her weak spot, and her nipples stood up without flinching. He frantically played with her entire breast.

She felt like her breasts were about to burst from his kneading, but it felt so good. She even wondered how he knew her body so well, touching her however he felt comfortable. Her breasts seemed to come alive in his hands, vibrant and incredibly sensitive! It was like an innate understanding, a kind of understanding she would never have. She knew her breathing was uneven, just like his.

After touching her for a while, Feng Quan moved his tongue to her neck. At this moment, every nerve in her body felt like it was on stimulants. Wherever he touched her, she became excited, even places that were previously insensitive became unusually sensitive. She let him ravage her, not wanting to stop him anymore, wanting him to touch her to his heart's content.

At this moment, Feng Quan's other hand began to move downwards, initially caressing her thighs. Her inner thighs were separated from his hand by a layer of stockings, but the silky friction was equally pleasurable. Her two thighs were pressed tightly together, as if trying to trap his large hands forever.

His hand lingered on her thigh for a while before moving upwards. He touched the fleshy creases created by her pantyhose where her thigh met her buttocks, then gently traced a circle around her full, round, and firm buttocks. The feel of the pantyhose both pleased and disliked him; he liked the mysterious, smooth silky texture, but disliked its presence wherever his hand went, preventing him from touching her true skin.

His hand finally reached below her buttocks, where the area narrowed. He tried to pry open his wife's tightly closed legs with two fingers, but this time she seemed uncooperative. He had to forcefully push in, finally managing to insert the pantyhose and underwear.

Just as he felt he touched a special area that was noticeably softer than the rest of her skin, his wife reached out to stop him, but didn't stop her other intimate actions. He tried to continue, but his wife held him tightly. With another push, she broke free.

"What's wrong?" Feng Quan asked, still holding her close.

"Don't go too far!" his wife replied shyly but firmly.

She had been enjoying Feng Quan's passionate caresses, having experienced it before, but today her lower body was equally unguarded. His large hands roamed freely beneath her pantyhose, and the moment she felt his touch on her most sacred area, she felt a surge of heat rush down her lower abdomen. Perhaps it was because this area was so sensitive, stimulating her feminine shyness and bashfulness, while also activating her morality and conscience.

In short, in her hazy consciousness, she knew she couldn't do this; this place absolutely couldn't be compromised. Once compromised, it meant she would completely lose her virginity, and the word "cheating" would be firmly attached to her. So she held back; she didn't want to do that, at least not now…

"…What do you mean by going too far?" Feng Quan asked.

"I'll tell you…" His wife blushed, unsure how to answer.

"Like this?" Feng Quan continued, about to repeat his actions.

"Don't do that, it makes me angry!" His wife said seriously.

“Okay, I won’t do that!”

Feng Quan said, pulling my wife into his arms again. At this moment, the distance between them, the teacher-student relationship, was completely gone. My wife obediently nestled in his arms, but Feng Quan didn’t touch her again, just held her like that. They remained silent for a long time.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Feng Quan suddenly asked.

“How could I be your girlfriend? I’m already married!” my wife said softly.

“…That doesn’t conflict!”

“That doesn’t conflict? Are you kidding me?” My wife almost laughed.

“…I like you, I just want you to be my girlfriend, I don’t care about anything else!” Feng Quan said, pulling my wife closer.

“What kind of girlfriend would I be?!” My wife found his silly antics cute.

“What kind of girlfriend?” Feng Quan said seriously.

“Of course, at your age, dating is just to satisfy curiosity, there’s no real goal.” My wife still couldn’t see him as someone on the same level.

“I like you, do you like me?” Feng Quan suddenly stopped…

This stumped his wife, leaving her speechless.

"Anyway, I just know I like you, and I want to see you every day. That's enough. I haven't thought about anything else!"

"I think your childishness is quite cute sometimes!" his wife laughed.

"I'm hungry. Want to go get something to eat with me?" Feng Quan suddenly said.

"Okay, by the way, you've been drinking, haven't you?" his wife suddenly asked.

"How did you know?" Feng Quan said with a mischievous grin.

"You, anyway, you've been drinking. Why did you drink?" his wife asked, embarrassed.

"Because I missed you, because I missed you so much!"

"You can't drive after drinking. Let's walk!"

"It's okay, don't worry, I only had a little!"

"No, I won't go if you don't listen to me!"

"Okay!"

The two got out of the car, and his wife let him walk ahead, not wanting to be seen by the neighbors. They found a South Korean restaurant nearby, the kind with small private booths. After some polite exchanges, his wife let Feng Quan order, saying she wasn't hungry.

After taking our order, the waiter left. Feng Quan closed the door and sat down next to my wife, one arm around her shoulder and the other on her lap. My wife removed both of his hands and said, "Don't be so arrogant!"

"Please let me hug you for a while!"

"If you keep doing this, I'm leaving!"

"You're just threatening me!" Feng Quan muttered and sat back down.

"Feng Quan, I want to have a serious talk with you!" my wife said softly.

"Talk about what? Okay!"

"You're not a child anymore, you're basically an adult. You need to think twice before you act!"

"What do you mean? Just say what you mean, I'm straightforward!" "

We can't go on like this. It's not only wasting your time, it's wasting mine too! There's no good outcome!"

my wife said solemnly.

"...I don't want to think about that. I just know I'm happy with you. I've liked looking at you since the first day of high school. I want to spend as much time with you as possible. I don't want anything else!" Feng Quan said seriously.

"I don't care what you think, but I really can't go on like this, Feng Quan!" my wife said earnestly.

Feng Quan remained silent for a long time. The waiter served almost all the food at once, closed the door, and the room was quiet. Feng Quan lowered his head and didn't speak, as did his wife.

"You should eat first!" his wife said.

Feng Quan didn't move, still silent, his expression very unpleasant.

"How about this, I won't force you, just be my girlfriend for a month, okay?" Feng Quan said seriously.

"What do you mean, you have to set a time limit?"

"Yes, just one month. After a month, I promise to study hard and never bother you again!"

His wife fell silent again. She felt it was a bit absurd, but she didn't know how to refuse this bad boy she actually liked.

"Even if it's just for me, please agree, that way I won't have any regrets!"

His wife thought seriously for a long time, and finally said seriously, "Then you have to agree to a few conditions!" 03-14

Chapter 5

I could roughly guess what conditions my wife would ask of Feng Quan, given her personality. She seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally concealing something: she didn't want to relive the pain of losing Feng Quan, yet she didn't want to truly fall into this bottomless abyss. Caught in this contradiction, she tried to find a compromise. She was incredibly naive; how could there be a perfect solution to such a situation? This young man had truly captivated her. By saying this, she was essentially agreeing to Feng Quan's utterly childish and absurd demands. She knew perfectly well that Feng Quan would agree to anything she asked at this point, yet she was unforgivably walking towards the abyss.

She demanded of Feng Quan:

1. He must not tell anyone about their relationship; absolutely nothing.

2. At school, they must maintain a normal teacher-student relationship, without any disrespect or special treatment. She wouldn't show him any leniency if he made a mistake.

3. He must not treat her inappropriately; he cannot violate her without her permission.

4. He must not disturb her normal life.

5. He must continue to study diligently.

Feng Quan excitedly agreed, but when he asked how to contact her, she said it would be the same as before—ask him about his problems first, and she would answer.

And so, his wife, as if in a dream, began an unusual relationship—or rather, an affair. She was nervous, excited, and somewhat afraid, but her inexplicable feelings for Feng Quan overcame her reason. She deceived herself, thinking she was just trying to avoid discouraging Feng Quan's studies, that she was only fooling him, and that in a month he would have nothing to say, and she would be free. She was utterly foolish.

Feng Quan suggested going out that evening, but his wife refused. She was still unaccustomed to and embarrassed to naturally handle her special relationship with this student, while Feng Quan seemed more uninhibited. They kissed in the car and said goodbye. That night, she was in a state of inner conflict. Her phone rang that night, and they exchanged text messages. Feng Quan expressed his admiration for his wife more openly and directly, while she replied with a hint of ambiguity. His wife couldn't help but ask him why he liked her. What did he like about her?

His answer was simple and clear: "You're beautiful, elegant, mature, and sexy. Your charm is unmatched by any other girl I've ever seen."

His wife was embarrassed by his bluntness…

She would avoid the main point if Feng Quan gave an overly direct answer, for example, he would shamelessly ask, "What's your bust size?"

"If you ask such a pointless question again, I'm ignoring you!"

I was out of town at the time and had no idea what was happening…

…

In class on Monday, my wife was still very nervous and dared not look Feng Quan in the eye. He, as expected, continued to study diligently as if nothing had happened, but he would often give my wife a strange smile that no one else could detect. Only the two of them knew the meaning behind that smile. My wife didn't respond, acting as if she hadn't seen it.

After school in the afternoon, my wife should have gone home when Feng Quan knocked on the door and entered the office.

"Teacher, I'd like to ask for leave tonight!" Feng Quan said seriously. There were other teachers in the office at the time.

"Why?" my wife asked seriously as well.

“I have something to take care of at home, I need to go back for a bit!”

“Then have your parents call me!”

“My parents are out of town, it’s inconvenient for them to call!” At this moment, Feng Quan winked at her, then grinned mischievously, causing his wife to blush.

“No, unless your parents call!” His wife regained her serious expression.

“Okay, then wait a moment!”

Feng Quan dialed his mother’s number and handed it to his wife. For some reason, she felt incredibly nervous receiving his mother’s call, as if she had done something wrong. She even wondered what would happen if his mother found out about her relationship with her son. The thought filled her with dread. His mother was very polite, helping Feng Quan get time off work. His parents were always like this, busy with their business and not paying much attention to their son’s studies.

She had just picked up her daughter and arrived home that evening when Feng Quan called, which seemed to be exactly what she expected.

“What is it?” his wife asked casually.

"It's nothing, just asking you to tutor me!"

"Then why don't you tutor me at school? Why take leave?"

"It's inconvenient at school, can I come upstairs?"

My wife hesitated, unsure what to do. She knew Feng Quan had ulterior motives, but she also felt a sliver of longing.

"My daughter's home, it's inconvenient!"

"I just want you to tutor me, you're overthinking it!" Feng Quan said casually, leaving my wife speechless.

"Okay then, come on up!"

My daughter had met this tall guy before, and my wife explained to her that she would tutor him and let her watch TV. My daughter agreed, and my wife didn't feel too guilty, feeling she hadn't lied to her daughter...

The two went to my study, and Feng Quan had indeed brought an English book. At first, he pretended to teach seriously for a while, but after a short while, Feng Quan's hands started to wander. He first put his arm around my wife's shoulder, which she removed, but he continued after a while. My wife didn't stop him; her heart was pounding with nervousness, wondering what would happen next.

Feng Quan hugged her tighter and tighter, and finally put his hand on her breast. Seeing that his wife did not stop him, he brazenly pulled her into his arms and began to kiss her again, and his wife responded in kind. That's her current state. She might be fine if Feng Quan doesn't touch her, but the moment he does, she can't take it anymore, collapsing limply into his arms, enjoying this unusual passion. His hand reached for her again, but she quickly pulled it away. "No, my daughter's home!"

"It's okay, just close the door!"

With that, Feng Quan got up, closed the door, and locked it. Without another word, he pulled his wife into his arms again. Just as he was about to become even more unrestrained, their daughter's knocking interrupted them. "Mommy, why are you closing the door? I'm scared!"

They both stopped. His wife straightened her clothes slightly and opened the door. "Don't be afraid, Mommy's tutoring your brother!"

That night, his wife didn't allow Feng Quan any further inappropriate behavior. Feng Quan, feeling there was no chance, pretended to tutor for a while before getting up to say goodbye. His wife saw him out, finding his somewhat dejected look amusing.

"Study hard tomorrow night, don't ask for leave again!"

"...Okay!"

"You can't just focus on English. You're basically ignoring everything else in class. That won't work!"

"Teacher, please don't worry about my studies. To be honest, my parents plan for me to graduate high school and then go abroad for university, so the college entrance exam doesn't matter to me! Only English is useful." "

...I see. Well, at least don't bother others. Besides, learning more is always better than not learning at all!"

"Okay, I know, but don't forget you're my girlfriend now!" Feng Quan said impatiently and disappeared into the night...

His wife stood there, carefully reflecting on his words. Sigh, it was utterly absurd, like a dream...

On Wednesday afternoon, Feng Quan got into trouble at school, beating up another boy from another class. This wasn't the first time. The student's parents came to the school, which really infuriated his wife. They couldn't handle the situation without contacting the parents, even though Feng Quan begged her not to.

Feng Quan's parents came, and his wife still showed him some leniency, something she wouldn't have done before. This time, it seemed she felt the other party had some leverage over him, so she only brought up the matter tactfully. His parents said a lot of polite things, then scolded Feng Quan harshly in front of her, and then settled things privately with the other parents—basically, he had to pay them compensation.

The matter was quickly resolved; both sets of parents had no objections, and the school didn't investigate too deeply. They had initially considered giving Feng Quan a warning, but his wife suppressed the issue. However, instead of being grateful, Feng Quan became temperamental again, sulking every day, especially when he saw her. His wife got angry too; he had promised not to cause trouble again, but after only a few days, he seemed to think he was right. His wife tried to remain unaffected, but she couldn't control herself, and her mental state became increasingly distressed. Friday night was especially unbearable. She didn't know what she was thinking when she sent Feng Quan a message: "Are you free tomorrow?"

Feng Quan replied quickly: "Yes, what are your plans?"

"I'll tutor you!" "

Please, teacher, let me rest this weekend! How about we go fruit picking at my family's farm?"

"I don't want to go, let's go somewhere else!"...

The next morning, Feng Quan arrived at my building very early. My wife had changed out of her usual serious work attire and dressed more femininely today. She wouldn't admit it, but she deliberately dressed for Feng Quan's benefit. A gray short skirt, black stockings, white high-heeled boots, a black tight-fitting top, and a yellow short cotton jacket. She had patiently styled her hair, and with this outfit, she looked radiant, mature, and sexy, her figure perfectly accentuated.

Feng Quan was genuinely happy today, not only because his wife had taken the initiative to ask him out, but also because it was their first time alone together since she agreed to be his girlfriend. He was particularly energetic, having changed into a more mature casual outfit. He actually looks good in anything, but honestly, his wife really liked this look.

Feng Quan took her to a resort far from the city center, a famous hot spring resort in Beijing, integrating various leisure, dining, and entertainment activities. His wife had never been to such a place before and complained that it was too expensive. Feng Quan smiled dismissively and said, "He has a gift card; it's free."

Actually, his wife knew it was impossible for it to be free; both sides were definitely profiting. But since he said that, she didn't want to spoil his fun and went along with his arrangements.

It was also Feng Quan's first time there. He said he usually went to another resort closer to home and had never been here before.

He first took his wife to play some games, like shooting, and then they played ping-pong for a while. His wife actually loves sports, but wearing high heels today made it inconvenient, and she got tired after a while. Feng Quan said, "Come practice basketball with me for a while." His wife followed him to the basketball court, which was quiet; they were the only two people there.

This was Feng Quan's forte. He took out his basketball gear from the car, changed his clothes and shoes, and then focused intently on practicing under the hoop. His wife stood beside him watching. He was truly amazing; his jumping ability was incredible. He easily dunked the ball over such a high hoop. The muscles in his arms were clearly visible, as if he possessed boundless strength. Under the basketball hoop, he was tall, powerful, handsome, sunny, and youthful. Any woman would be captivated by his focused expression.

His wife liked him more and more, wishing she could be a few years younger. He truly was her boyfriend, and she felt like a little girl, always being protected by him. Just then, Feng Quan jumped up and dunked again, his hands gripping the rim, making the basketball hoop wobble slightly.

His wife stood under the basket, and for some reason, she glanced at Feng Quan's lower body. He was wearing blue shorts, and the manhood was faintly visible, making the shorts look slightly bulge. She believed that most women would be willing to give their virginity to this boy without regret, even if only once. Thinking of this, she blushed and quickly looked away, but she couldn't help but steal glances back.

She felt a surge of heat throughout her body, and the heat in her vagina suddenly returned, unusually strong. She couldn't help but squeeze her legs tightly together, afraid that it would burst through her underwear and pantyhose and spill onto the ground. She was almost unable to stand and wanted to lie down on the spot. She had never felt such an urge for Feng Quan to hug her...

"Feng Quan!" she called softly. She had never called him so gently before, not even me.

"Huh?" Feng Quan was preparing to shoot.

She didn't speak, just stood there watching him.

"What's wrong, teacher? Is something the matter?" Feng Quan was still not fully used to it and blurted out "teacher," looking at her somewhat blankly.

"You're so handsome!" His wife didn't know why she blurted out such a sentence.

Feng Quan was stunned for a moment, then smiled shyly. She rarely saw him so shy. "Hehe, this is the first time you've praised me so directly!"

His wife smiled and didn't say anything. He was still a child after all, and he picked up the basketball and continued practicing. His wife was a little reproachful of him; he was so clueless and self-centered.

"Can you stop practicing? I'm tired!..." His wife unconsciously switched to a coquettish tone. She probably didn't realize it; it was a natural expression from her heart. She wouldn't pretend to be like that.

"Okay, let's go eat then." Feng Quan was stunned by her tone. He had never heard his teacher speak like that before. It was just like any other little girl's coquettishness, but coming from her, it had a unique flavor, making her even more charming. He felt a shiver run through his body, and he was momentarily stunned.

Feng Quan put on a coat, and the two of them walked towards the restaurant. There were many different themed restaurants, and they chose a Western restaurant for lunch. His wife probably realized that she had been a little out of line earlier, so she controlled herself.

"What do you want to do after lunch?" Feng Quan asked while eating.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" his wife asked back.

"Hmm, aren't you tired? Why don't you rest for a while?"

"...Okay, let's rest for a while then!" His wife could only agree because she didn't know what else to do.

After lunch, Feng Quan went to the front desk to get a room, and then a waiter led them to the elevator. At this moment, his wife suddenly realized that Feng Quan had actually booked a room with her. This was probably not appropriate... With conflicted feelings, they soon arrived at their room. It was a five-star hotel, and Feng Quan had requested a deluxe room. The conditions were excellent; there were two single beds in the room. It seemed Feng Quan had done this intentionally; he probably guessed his wife would refuse if he asked for a double bed and would ask him to change it.

His wife sat down on the innermost bed first. "What are you going to do?"

"Can I rest for a while too?" Feng Quan asked tentatively.

"Sure, you can rest for a while!" His wife deliberately softened her tone.

Feng Quan didn't answer, but lay down on the bed.

"Why did you say I was handsome just now?" Feng Quan asked casually.

"Isn't praising you handsome good? Did you expect me to say you're ugly?" His wife hadn't expected him to ask this as soon as he lay down, so she answered half-jokingly.

"Do you think I'm handsome?" Feng Quan ignored his wife's question and continued.

"Don't be so narcissistic!"

"I think you're very beautiful! The most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"...Come on, your taste is terrible!" His wife's voice lowered. Although she said this, she was still very happy inside, and also a little nervous.

"I'm telling the truth, I swear!"

"You're such a child, no, I'm too old!" His wife didn't know what to say.

Feng Quan glanced at his wife. Her short cotton jacket was unzipped, casually revealing her breasts, which he had been dreaming of, accentuated by a black tight-fitting sweater. They were firm, upturned, and perfectly sculpted. Her gray skirt ended about ten centimeters above her knees, revealing her beautiful legs tightly encased in black stockings. The stockings subtly revealed her fair skin. The soft, smooth stockings, her fair skin, and her naturally shaped legs made them a flawless work of art.

She crossed her left leg over her right, the folds of her stockings at the bend of her thighs seemingly reminding him not to overlook the presence of this woman's most intimate garment. His gaze followed her down to the crease of her pantyhose at the base of her thighs, the mysterious crotch of which was subtly revealed before him. The cleft between her overlapping legs subtly blocked his view of that ultimate area, preventing him from exploring further…

Feng Quan's eyes were fixed on his wife, this teacher who was most special and feminine to him, sitting before him alone in a space where they were alone. She exuded boundless charm, like a giant magnet attracting him. Wasn't this the scene he had dreamed of so many times?! The feeling at this moment still felt like a dream.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

His wife was embarrassed by his gaze, blushing and wanting to raise her voice but unable to.

Feng Quan didn't answer her. He stood up and walked to her. This time, unlike the previous two times, he didn't gently pull his wife into his arms with his left arm, and she obediently did so without any resistance. He then naturally reached out his right arm and crossed his arms behind her, pulling her close. His other hand rested on her waist, which made her feel less tense, and she enjoyed his strong embrace.

Feng Quan whispered in her ear, "Let me see if you've really gotten old!"

His wife could clearly hear his breathing; the faint airflow brushed against the back of her ear, sending a tingling sensation through her. She felt a little short of breath, but tried to even out her breathing.

"And do you think so?"

"No, because I've never seen you when you were young!" Feng Quan said softly again.

"You're so annoying!..."

His wife hadn't expected him to say that about her, and blurted out this flirtatious remark.

His wife's slightly coquettish tone seemed to give Feng Quan a signal to be more unrestrained. He moved his hands upward, opened his crossed arms, and then each hand occupied a beautiful mound. Perhaps it was due to his age, but he felt my wife's breasts were the most beautiful he had ever touched or seen. They fit perfectly in his large hands, and touching them filled him with immense excitement and nervousness. The soft flesh was always slightly cooler than his body temperature, creating a distinct tactile sensation that instantly aroused him. This woman's most iconic physical feature was sacred and irreplaceable in his eyes.

He had never felt this way with any other girl he had touched, not even when he first touched a girl's breasts. Ever since that first time he touched her there in the wild, his palms would sweat whenever he saw her, his hands feeling like they had something attached to them, requiring him to hold her breasts tightly to alleviate the sensation.

Now, through her tight sweater, he couldn't feel the skin-to-skin contact, but the softness was undiminished, even with the protection of her bra. My wife was also incredibly nervous. She knew what was coming next—being in a private room, in the arms of this man she also liked, having his hands touching her breasts—but she couldn't resist the wonderful feeling either. Her breasts felt so good in his hands, and she was willing to be touched like this.

Feng Quan kissed her ears, neck, and face in turn, finally lingering on her lips. She even turned her head impatiently, extending her tongue to respond. Feng Quan could clearly feel his tongue meeting hers just outside her lips, then being led into her mouth, their tongues intertwining passionately.

Feng Quan then reached for the hem of her blouse, this time invading from behind. His right hand slowly moved upwards along her back, not wanting to miss an inch of her skin. Her skin was so smooth and delicate, as if coated with oil. He touched the clasp of her bra, his two large fingers clumsily trying to undo it, but he clearly didn't understand the bra's construction and couldn't undo it no matter what he tried.

His wife noticed and almost laughed, amused by the boy's clumsiness.

Finally, he abandoned that approach and, as if impatient, ripped off her bra strap. He then swiftly placed his hand on her breast, as if thirsty for air after a long underwater dive. The first touch was more of a grasp, a tight squeeze. Thankfully, it hadn't changed; it was still so soft. The already erect nipple playfully rubbed against his palm. He still couldn't fully hold her, so he began to roughly fondle her. His

wife, nestled in his arms, enjoyed the sensation. Her breathing became increasingly labored with his ministrations, her strength seemingly drained away with each stroke. Eventually, she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes, only breathing remained as her sole control. She couldn't speak or reach out to stop him, letting him relentlessly attack her weaknesses…

She could feel his other hand about to attack, groping her thigh. His touch made her inner thigh itch; the thin fabric of her pantyhose seemed to add to the friction, that… An intense itch shot through her legs like lightning, and after a while, he tried to break through her defenses and penetrate her last line of defense. She felt his hand forcefully thrusting into the gap between her legs, and she even wanted to completely loosen her legs and give up this last defense...

Feng Quan exerted more and more force, and seeing that he couldn't get his hand in no matter what, he simply started to move her legs, which were on top of hers, trying to use brute force to separate them. She felt she was about to give in, and seeing that he couldn't easily move her legs, Feng Quan simply changed his strategy and simply lifted her down onto the bed.

His wife hadn't expected Feng Quan's move, and with his strength, she lay on her side on the bed. Feng Quan's hand didn't stop moving; he slipped his hand under his wife's skirt and then placed it directly on her buttocks. Although his wife's buttocks weren't as delicate as her breasts, they were still sensitive to touch, and her underwear and pantyhose were basically useless.

This was the first time Feng Quan had touched her there, and a jolt of electricity shot through her. She felt incredibly good, and unconsciously braced herself with her knees, using the momentum to lift her buttocks slightly, letting out a soft moan.

Feng Quan had long admired this area. While not as shocking as her breasts, it was still beyond his imagination. The pantyhose there were slightly different from the silk on her legs, feeling a bit thicker, smooth with a slightly tingling sensation. Her buttocks, though fleshy, were not loose at all, taut and protruding outwards, feeling incredibly resilient to the touch…

Not satisfied with the current state, his hand moved downwards along the cleft between her buttocks. He was clearly a seasoned woman, knowing the precise location of every female organ, something she was no different from other women in. His fingers moved along the hazy cleft to the very bottom.

His wife's legs were still tightly pressed together, but unlike from below, his finger easily slid down there and probed inwards without hesitation. He confirmed he had hit his target, because the flesh there felt distinctly different from other areas—it was the softest part of her body. His wife felt a chill run down her spine, immediately sat up, and forcefully pulled Feng Quan's hand away from her lower body. At this point, Feng Quan naturally wouldn't agree to stop.

"Don't forget what you promised me!" his wife said seriously.

Feng Quan still didn't stop, pleadingly saying, "Just let me touch you, okay?"

"No!" His wife began to pinch his arm hard.

Feng Quan felt a sharp pain; she was truly desperate. He released his grip.

A silence fell over the room.

"Are you angry?" Feng Quan spoke first. He knew it wouldn't be too difficult for him to force himself on her, but deep down he still held a degree of respect for his wife; after all, he was still somewhat immature.

"...Don't go too far!" his wife lowered her voice.

"I'm sorry!"

"..."

"I respect you, but could you also take care of me?" Feng Quan said, walking over to her and playfully putting his arm around her.

"How can I take care of you?" His wife didn't push him away, her tone softening.

"Can I touch you?" Feng Quan asked expectantly in a soft voice.

"No!" His wife was embarrassed by his directness. She was conflicted, but she stuck to her principles and would never do anything extreme with him.

"Then I won't touch you, can I just look?" Feng Quan said with a playful grin. He was just teasing her; he knew she wouldn't agree, but he enjoyed seeing her hesitant, embarrassed expression.

"No, absolutely not, you can't say anything..." His wife broke free from him. She could see that Feng Quan was acting like a rogue, and she felt a little disgusted. She stood up and started straightening her clothes.

"Aren't you going to rest?" Feng Quan sat down beside her without moving.

"No."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Let's go home!" His wife said seriously, actually trying to annoy him.

"No!" Feng Quan was obviously anxious.

His wife held back her laughter, looking at Feng Quan's anxious face, thinking that he was still like a child, getting anxious so easily. "Then let's go for a walk outside!" his wife said gently.

"Okay!" Feng Quan breathed a sigh of relief and stood up excitedly.

This resort was located in the wilderness, like an outdoor paradise. It had all the facilities you could need. It would take a long time to drive there before reaching the main national highway. The area was very large, with artificial mountains, lakes, forests, and various sports fields. Perhaps because it was so big, it seemed sparsely populated, and with the weather getting colder, they rarely encountered any pedestrians on the road.

The two walked and chatted about trivial things. Actually, she felt awkward walking side-by-side with Feng Quan, feeling that every passerby would give them strange looks. Several times Feng Quan tried to take her hand, but she refused.

"Let's go back," his wife suddenly said.

"What's wrong? Tired again?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"You seem to have something on your mind?" Feng Quan asked.

"I just feel weird!" his wife said bluntly.

"What's wrong? What's weird?" Feng Quan actually knew the answer.

"I don't know, I just feel uncomfortable!" "

Actually, it's nothing. People think you're my sister, we even look a bit alike!" Feng Quan said nonchalantly.

"Who looks like you? Let's go back!" his wife found his words amusing.

"Okay, you don't mean go home, do you?" Feng Quan asked anxiously.

"...Can we go do something else?"

"What do you like to do? "

"I don't know."

"How about going to the hot springs?" Feng Quan asked.

"...Well, let's not go." His wife was afraid that going to the hot springs would be even more awkward.

"It's alright, I've heard the hot springs here are amazing, an artificial hot spring built by the owner at great expense!"

"Let's go check it out first!"

The hot springs here were indeed excellent, with many small pools and a large pool at the back, as well as various private rooms on both sides. Each pool had a sign with written instructions on what kind of people it was suitable for. It was afternoon, so it wasn't too crowded.

"How about we relax in the hot springs for a while?"

"...I didn't bring a swimsuit!" Whether his wife was trying to find an excuse not to swim or agreed to swim anyway, she said this.

"That's okay, I didn't bring one either, come with me." After saying that, Feng Quan led her to the entrance.

There was a shop at the entrance of the hot springs with all kinds of swimsuits, but the prices were astonishing. Feng Quan handed the room card to the waiter and said he wanted a swimsuit and swimming trunks. His wife didn't really want to spend Feng Quan's money like this, but she couldn't persuade him otherwise. She figured

she'd just have to give it to him after they left, since his money came from his parents. The two of them went into the changing rooms separately. His wife had been to hot springs before, but this was her first time at such a high-end place. Even the changing rooms were exceptionally luxurious, and the staff were incredibly attentive. When she came out in her swimsuit, Feng Quan had clearly been waiting for her.

As soon as she emerged, Feng Quan's eyes widened, staring intently at her. She had chosen a very conservative one-piece swimsuit, red and yellow, with a skirt covering her lower body, but her almost perfect figure was still undeniably revealed. She approached from afar, every inch of her exposed skin fair and translucent. Her gait was incredibly feminine; her legs were pressed together, and her slender waist swayed rhythmically from side to side as she walked. Each step seemed to land with utmost care, as if every bone in her body was as soft as her skin…

His wife, of course, noticed Feng Quan's gaze. She too was attracted to his physique, which was almost that of a standard male model. Although he was somewhat thin, his well-defined muscles exuded strength and power. Any woman who saw him couldn't help but steal a second glance. She shyly avoided his gaze…

The two soaked in the fish spa for a while, just to relax. His wife said she had too many ticklish spots and wasn't suited to it. Finally, they sat down in a small pool in a corner. The water temperature was very comfortable, indeed relieving fatigue. They both relaxed a bit more, and their conversation flowed more freely, occasionally punctuated by jokes.

"You said you're ticklish, so let me try?" Feng Quan was actually looking for an opportunity to take advantage.

"Don't be silly, I'm really scared, I'll choke in the water!" His wife seemed genuinely afraid.

He reached out and poked her waist, and she laughed and desperately tried to back away, "Stop it, you're so annoying!"

Feng Quan first grabbed her hand, then pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. She sat on Feng Quan's lap, and the two of them embraced in the hot spring, neither of them speaking. The temperature was very comfortable, and the only sound was the flowing water. The steam rising from the hot spring made everything seem hazy and mysterious.

Feng Quan wanted to kiss her, and his wife feigned refusal with a coquettish "mmm." He kissed her while simultaneously grasping her breasts, and she gently resisted with a mixture of desire and tenderness. She sat on his lap, her buttocks clearly feeling Feng Quan's penis rapidly hardening with each kiss and caress. This sensation made her weak all over, and a surge of mysterious energy rushed towards her lower body, causing her to let out a soft "ah."

She didn't know if Feng Quan heard her; she could feel his penis was incredibly hard, less than a foot away from where it would land. She longed to reach out and grasp it as boldly as Feng Quan, releasing this pent-up energy.

Just then, she heard the sounds of laughter and conversation from nearby. The two women separated almost simultaneously, and the men passed by, laughing and talking, without even noticing their presence. His wife, weakened by his earlier teasing, sat there, unable to move, waiting for Feng Quan's next advance. But instead, Feng Quan stood up.

"How about we go for a swim in that swimming pool over there? Can you swim? It's too hot here!"

His wife was somewhat disappointed after hearing this, inwardly cursing Feng Quan for being so stupid—he wanted to go swimming when she needed him, but she couldn't express it.

"...Fine," she said helplessly, standing up.

The swimming pool was large, with only a few scattered people inside. His wife didn't go in, sitting on a chair on the shore watching Feng Quan. She said she was afraid of the cold, while Feng Quan showed off his swimming skills.

Watching Feng Quan in the water, his wife couldn't help but have wild thoughts. This boy was indeed charming, every move he made exuded handsomeness. What would happen between them? Would he keep his promise and leave her in a month?! What if he didn't leave? What good would come of it for them? She found herself increasingly drawn to Feng Quan, but it all felt so unreal…

Why did she feel so disoriented whenever he touched her, as if she'd forgotten all morality? Sometimes she even wanted to kiss and hug him. She loved being left limp and powerless by him, being violated at his will. In truth, her vagina was already wide open to him, but each time, fate intervened, and she could only console herself with the relief of not having lost her virginity, yet the overwhelming disappointment remained. Her mind drifted back to that tender moment, and her face flushed. She stood up and walked to the shore, softly calling to Feng Quan.

“What’s wrong?” Feng Quan swam to her.

“Let’s go back, I’m tired!” his wife said softly.

“Swim a little longer, I love swimming, okay?”

“…Then you swim first, I’ll go back to the room to rest.”

“Okay, you rest for a while, I’ll go back in a bit.”

Feng Quan seemed reluctant to leave, so his wife had to go first.

She was a little angry; after all, he was still like a child, forgetting everything when playing.

She returned to her room, feeling increasingly upset. Feng Quan was so irresponsible; he hadn't even considered her needs, letting her come back alone. She told him to take her home when he returned, and indeed, it was time to go home; it was getting dark. She lay on the bed watching TV, constantly changing channels, still resentful about their intimate moment at the hot spring being interrupted.

About ten minutes later, Feng Quan returned. He also felt it wasn't good to let her go home alone, fearing she'd be angry. Seeing him come in, she didn't know whether to be angry or happy, but still said, "Let's go home. It's getting dark, I should go back!"

"No, at least finish dinner!" Feng Quan said anxiously.

"I don't want to eat anymore, I want to go home!" his wife said coldly.

"Are you angry?!" Feng Quan could tell she was upset.

"No, why would I be angry?"

"Then don't go!"

"Are you coming or not? If you're not coming, I'll go myself!" She then picked up her bag.

Feng Quan pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, okay?"

"Let go..." His wife gave him a token push.

Feng Quan naturally wouldn't let go, holding her tightly without saying a word. Actually, his wife was just throwing a tantrum like a child, and her anger had mostly subsided by now. Seeing that she wasn't resisting, Feng Quan held her even tighter, then lowered his head and started kissing her again. The fire in his wife's heart was instantly rekindled, and she slowly responded to him.

Feng Quan pushed her down onto the bed again, and this time he quickly reached down to his wife's lower body, touching her there through her pantyhose. She felt like she was being electrocuted, but she grabbed him again. This time, Feng Quan didn't stop, but continued his forceful assault. His wife seemed to want to make a final struggle, gripping him even tighter.

"Stop!"

"No!"

"Don't do this, you're going back on your word again, aren't you!"

"Yes, I'm going back on my word!"

At this moment, Feng Quan's hand was tightly clamped between his wife's legs, but his fingers were still there. His wife felt the air slowly pushing outwards, and she was about to lose her balance. Her voice trembled slightly.

"Feng Quan, what exactly do you want?"

"I want you!"

"Are you even a man? How can you break your promise!" Her eyes were glazed over, and her consciousness was becoming blurred.

"Yes, I can break my promise when it comes to the person I love most! I can be unreasonable, I don't need anything but you!" Feng Quan said forcefully as he pulled down her skirt.

His wife was utterly speechless. The powerful force overwhelmed her, and her gaze completely slackened as she entered a state of intense desire. Her last shred of willpower crumbled; the intense lust still simmered within her, unable to be released. She knew only Feng Quan could save her from this unbearable pain. Once his penis entered her, all the pain would vanish instantly. But if he stopped now, she would surely die.

"Oh…!" She didn't respond, seemingly losing the ability to speak.

When Feng Quan finished speaking, his wife's only response was a low, drawn-out groan, almost instinctively painful. She didn't know where the sound came from, and this groan signaled her surrender to Feng Quan.

She had truly exhausted herself just now. Her tightly clenched hands loosened, and with her last strength, she hooked her arms around Feng Quan's neck. Then, her whole body went limp, devoid of any power. Her pathetic body simply couldn't resist this powerful enemy. She was defeated, utterly defeated beneath him, completely at his mercy. At this moment, she just wanted Feng Quan to start quickly, even if it meant being played to death by him.

Feng Quan was slightly surprised at the moment of her collapse. His wife's low moan had intoxicated him. She seemed like a different person in an instant. He felt her whole body go limp, her eyes glazed over, and some of his own untapped potential was awakened. His sexual desire had increased many times over. Along with the excitement, there was a hint of pride. Now was the time to do as he pleased.

He was still somewhat nervous, experiencing the undisguised excitement of finally obtaining something he had longed for. Looking at his wife's dazed eyes and hearing her soft, panting breaths, he knew she couldn't escape this time. So he calmed down slightly and slowed his movements, not wanting to be too rough with his idolized teacher.

He first removed his wife's top and bra, revealing her breasts as if they had jumped out. Her nipples, now fully responsive to their owner's state, stood erect with intense excitement. He didn't touch them, because something even more exciting awaited him.

He awkwardly unbuttoned his wife's skirt and then impatiently pulled it down completely. Now, his wife was only covered by pantyhose and underwear. The sight was breathtaking. He finally saw the end of the mysterious pantyhose, which extended all the way to her waist. The color was slightly darker above her thighs, and a black vertical line ran down from the end to her crotch, splitting into two and widening slightly. The fabric at the crotch was different from the top, darker and softer, as if to mark this as her most mysterious area. The white panties inside the black stockings looked like a white flag in the night, just like their owner, completely surrendering.

His wife was still a little shy and curled her legs up. Now, all she was wearing was the black pantyhose and the white panties. Her buttocks were tightly constricted by the pantyhose, sticking out, and the black line at the back was almost embedded in her buttocks. She didn't do it on purpose; it was just how she was born.

Feng Quan was so engrossed in watching that he almost forgot what he was doing. It was like a dream. He had never seen anything like it before. This was what a real woman was like! He even felt a little reluctant to touch the flawless beauty in front of him. His wife's fair and taut skin looked like it might break at any moment.

She was completely powerless, lying there panting heavily, like a dying patient waiting for Dr. Feng Quan to save her.

Feng Quan's hand unconsciously reached for her groin. Although he tried his best to be gentle, he couldn't control himself, and a finger poked her vagina rather forcefully. This was like a shot of adrenaline; whether it saved her or hurt her, she let out a cry of "Ah…!", then writhed in pain before collapsing back to her lifeless body.

Feng Quan's bones went weak at that cry. He couldn't wait any longer. He first took off his wife's boots, glancing at her feet. Her feet were encased in black socks, and her toes, stained with gold powder, were a highlight in the hazy light. A gold anklet was tied inside her right sock. Her ankle was thinner than Feng Quan's wrist. He then pulled down his wife's pantyhose and underwear…

This time, his wife almost cooperated with his actions. His pantyhose and underwear were still attached, which he casually tossed on the ground. That mysterious place was finally revealed to him with perfect clarity.

To be fair, his wife's vagina was still quite beautiful. Because she had a C-section when she gave birth to their daughter, and because we were busy making a living and had less sex, it showed no signs of loosening. It remained pink and tight, and even the pubic hair wasn't messy but neatly arranged, making the vagina appear clean and tidy, as if it had never been touched. However, it couldn't completely escape the marks of time; the labia were slightly pinkish-black.

But at this moment, in Feng Quan's eyes, it was simply perfect. That place, like her sensual lips, opened and closed slightly, milky white fluid constantly seeping from its slit, like thirsty lips eagerly awaiting the nourishment of sweet dew. Feng Quan was stunned. He had never observed a woman's vagina so closely before. He thought they were all the same, and even felt that looking at them sometimes affected his libido. But today, he realized that wasn't true at all. His wife's vagina seemed unique in his eyes, perfectly matching her appearance and figure, radiating the same mature, womanly glow…

Now she was practically naked, except for a few pieces of jewelry. Feng Quan stripped off his own clothes in less than five seconds. When he stood naked before his wife, she was equally shocked. This was the first time she had seen a man naked besides her. Feng Quan had no excess fat on his body, a standard inverted triangle physique, somewhat thin, but with clearly defined muscles.

What surprised her most was Feng Quan's penis. Strictly speaking, this was the first man's penis she had seen besides mine, and it was fully erect. She had felt it through his clothes, but seeing it in person still surprised her; it seemed even larger than she had imagined.

He had no foreskin, the glans fully exposed, a reddish-purple color, even somewhat glistening. Several blood vessels were clearly visible from the base to the back of the glans. She used to dislike looking at my penis, saying that seeing men's organs reduced her libido, and she didn't even watch porn, saying it wasn't attractive at all. But today was different. She wondered if this was the legendary beautiful penis?!

She didn't know; she just unconsciously wanted to look at this thick, strong thing a few more times. Moreover, the boy seemed to be fully developed; surrounded by thick, dark pubic hair, his enormous member, like a python, was erect and probing forward, brimming with youthful vitality. It seemed to have spotted her as its prey, ready to strike at any moment…

She was now somewhat afraid. Such a large thing was about to enter her body; could she handle it?! She felt a lack of confidence. Indeed, she had never felt another man's penis before, and the enormous thing before her made her afraid her body couldn't accommodate it!

Feng Quan, however, didn't have such concerns. He pounced on her frantically, finding the entrance almost instantly. She could clearly feel the large head desperately trying to penetrate, relieving her lust while also causing a genuine pain. She was a little scared…

“Be gentle, it hurts a bit!”

Feng Quan slowed down slightly, and the entire glans smoothly entered her body. She felt that thing was burning hot, searing the inner walls of her vagina.

“Slow down, it hurts!…” She was indeed in pain.

Feng Quan acted as if he hadn't heard her. With a thrust of his hips, most of his penis entered her body. His wife felt a surge of pleasure, a sense of unity, accompanied by an even more intense pain.

"Ah...! Didn't I tell you to go slower? It hurts so much! What are you doing...!"

"Oh, okay!" Feng Quan seemed to realize his wife wasn't faking it; it was genuine, because tears were streaming down her face. She desperately wanted him to stop, because it wasn't as comfortable as she had imagined, and bigger wasn't always better.

He began to slowly and rhythmically thrust his penis in and out, each time pulling out and re-entering a little deeper than before. His wife felt that with each thrust, some of the pain was being drawn away, and gradually, pleasure seemed to replace the pain. She felt incredibly full inside. Because of his large penis—at least significantly larger than her husband's—her vaginal walls tightly enveloped it, leaving no gaps whatsoever.

She felt that his penis was covered with incredibly firm and hard small joints, uneven and rough, almost like a large drill bit. With each slight movement, the exceptionally sensitive and delicate skin of her vaginal walls felt a tingling, electric current emanating from the inside out, spreading to every corner of her body. Then her whole body would tremble uncontrollably. She had never felt anything so intense before.

Although it was a little painful from the back and forth grinding of those small joints, it was the first time her body had experienced this kind of pain. She hadn't expected it to be a kind of pleasure, that pain could be so comfortable. She had only experienced this kind of pain in the early days after they first became intimate, but it had never been this intense...

The gas that had accumulated in her body for many days seemed to be electrolyzed into liquid by the constant impact of this current, surging straight into her vagina, mercilessly soaking every corner of her vagina, including Feng Quan's penis, and finally flowing out of her vaginal opening, flowing to another lower crevice, and then down to the finally soaked sheets.

She didn't want to scream. She'd only seen a few pornographic films before, and she thought the women's moans and screams were exaggerated. She'd always looked down on that kind of affectation. So when I asked her why she didn't scream more during sex, she said she preferred a realistic performance, that screaming was too fake, purely exaggerated, and warned me to watch less of those kinds of films, lest I imitate something unrealistic…

But today she understood that those screams weren't entirely exaggerated. Feng Quan's movements became more intense, the frequency faster, and the electric shock feeling intensified. The strange pain from the friction became more pronounced. She felt Feng Quan's penis thickening, even feeling like her vagina was about to burst. The current seemed to radiate rapidly from her vagina outwards…

stopping at her nerve endings the instant his penis withdrew, then rushing back towards her clitoris as he entered. This returning current was far stronger than what she emitted, and it was a multi-point impact on a single point, which she simply couldn't bear. Her greatest wish was to die at that moment of impact—how blissful that would be!

She endured the pain with only soft moans, trying not to let Feng Quan see her true physical condition, seemingly to save face and make him think she was nothing special. But she only managed to endure for about a minute before finally succumbing to the powerful reaction Feng Quan's thrusts had on her body. After a jolt of electric shock, her defenses crumbled. "Ah...!!" The sharp moan escaped her lips uncontrollably, even echoing in the room.

It was the first time Feng Quan had heard her make such a sound, and it startled him. He thought he had hurt his wife too much, so he paused for a moment. But seeing his wife's conflicted yet pleasurable expression, he knew there was no problem, so he increased the intensity with even more confidence.

After letting out that first cry, she could no longer control herself. She seemed willing to relay her feelings to Feng Quan; these loud moans seemed to be the only way, and this screaming seemed to both alleviate her pain and amplify her pleasure, without a trace of reluctance…

Looking at Feng Quan's focused expression, she felt as if she had returned to her 17-year-old self. Feng Quan seemed to be injecting her with boundless vitality through his penis, making her younger. Looking at his unusually dazed and handsome face, she felt it was all worthwhile, and she wouldn't regret her actions today. He had given her unparalleled pleasure…

Thinking this, she suddenly felt Feng Quan on top of her suddenly increase his speed, the frequency several times faster than before, without interruption. He also let out muffled groans. She couldn't take it anymore; her body, which had just begun to adjust, was overwhelmed again… Her lower body was rendered limp and powerless. She felt his penis thrusting rapidly, and even felt a heat emanating from their point of contact…

At that moment, she felt the current stop moving in all directions, as if it were gathering strength, but she desperately needed that impact. Each friction from Feng Quan seemed to send more energy into those currents. What she feared most at that moment was that Feng Quan would stop moving. She didn't know which of his thrusts made her feel his glans touch another organ inside her vagina. That place was extremely sensitive. The moment it was touched, it felt as if that place issued a command to all directions of currents…

They erupted in unison in an instant, like a laser piercing through her uterus and reaching her vagina. But this time, that place couldn't provide enough buffer for this powerful force. It broke through her vagina and then felt as if her anus had been pierced as well…

"Ah!...!" With a groan that sounded almost unbearable, she pinched Feng Quan's back hard with her nails. She seemed to feel a jolt of electricity in her buttocks, and with a strain of her waist and legs supporting her weight, she arched her back high. Then she felt the current rapidly dissipate, as if taking away all her strength...

She didn't know why tears streamed down her face. Then, her legs and waist lost all strength and support. With a muffled "Oh...", she essentially collapsed onto the bed, unable to support herself after arching her back, not even caring where she landed first. At this moment, she was basically unconscious.

Feng Quan, whether stimulated by her pinching or her shout, also slowed down abruptly with a cry. At the same time, she felt a warm liquid spurt into her vagina. She could clearly feel the liquid continuously gushing from the vaginal walls, even giving her a slight pleasure. Then Feng Quan lay on top of her, the two of them overlapping and tightly embracing, the only sound in the room being their heavy breathing...

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