【A Dream of Three or Four Years】(01-11) Author: Not Han Han

Author: Not Han Han
Word Count: 20126

Part 1

: After the warmth of my relationship with Teacher Zhou, each time I felt a mix of relief and melancholy, which is why I put
these things online. Talking about them felt like a release for my soul, lessening
my guilt.

In reality, one time after drinking, I told my old friend who had just returned from Australia about my relationship with Teacher Zhou.
I didn't see any surprise on his face, just a nonchalant "Oh." He seemed to sense my confusion and said, "
Actually, I knew all along. That night I asked you to take care of Teacher Zhou on purpose."

I said, "You're just showing off. How did you know?"

My friend said, "You know."

I said, "Know my ass! Even if you've come back from abroad, you don't have to pretend like that."

My friend picked up his glass and downed it. "I can see your longing for her in your eyes."

I scoffed. My friend poured himself another glass and downed it.

My friend said, "Really, I can see it, I can feel it too." My friend

lit a cigarette and began to recount what happened next, which I found utterly unbelievable.

Second

, you know what? Actually, I'm in the same situation as you, except this time it happened with my
future mother-in-law. Sounds a bit ridiculous, right? Sometimes I think it's fucking ridiculous too.

Maybe that's why we've been friends since we were kids—we both subconsciously
like mature women. We like women who aren't ours.

The first time I met Jiang Yan's mother... oh right, back in high school, you and I weren't in the same class anymore, do you remember
Jiang Yan ? The girl who was always clinging to me. That summer, it was her birthday, and she asked me to come
over. I was worried about getting into trouble, so I invited you too. Remember? Time flies, so many years have passed,
and we've been together for so many years. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll get married.

Actually, that was also the first time I met Jiang Yan's mother. From the moment I walked into her house, I was captivated by her appearance
. Later, you often teased me about it, saying I was too easily swayed, my eyes were glued to her. But you
know what? In my eyes, she was incredibly beautiful, with such long, slender legs. I remember she was wearing a floral mini-skirt,
and let me tell you, I'm completely powerless against women with long legs. Back then, we were both still growing,
a little over 1.7 meters tall, about the same height as her. She was so thin, which made her look even more... how
should I put it , she just aroused me.

For a while, we had a masturbation contest in the dorm, and I always came the fastest. You guys laughed at me for being a quick shooter,
but actually, every time I thought of her, this woman we called Auntie, I imagined her giving me a handjob, sucking
my saliva, that's why I came the fastest. Back then, we were still virgins, and now we've been with countless women.

Later, Jiang Yan kept finding all sorts of excuses to get me to go to her house for tutoring, which was fucking ridiculous. Making someone
like me, who was at the bottom of the class, tutor someone in the top ten of the school. But I enjoyed it nonetheless. Gradually, we became close
, and her mom was quite open-minded. Sometimes, I wouldn't go back to the dorm to sleep on weekends, I'd just sleep at her house. I slept in the guest room,
and she and her mother slept in the master bedroom. I heard her father was always in Beijing doing business and only came back once or twice a year.

One night, after showering, I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. Not for any other reason than
the yellow lace panties in the bathroom. I knew they belonged to my aunt. Later, I mustered up the courage to go to the bathroom, take the panties to the bedroom,
and started masturbating. I imagined my aunt rubbing her genitals against me, imagined her on top of me. Perhaps
I was too excited, because I ejaculated twice and then fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, I was shocked. The panties on my penis were gone. I think
Jiang Yan probably found them when she woke me up in the morning. I felt both ashamed and scared. Seeing that neither of them was home, I quickly
got dressed and fled their house. At the entrance of the complex, I happened to run into my aunt returning from grocery shopping. She
said, "Jiang Yan went to the bookstore to buy books. She didn't wake you because you were sleeping so soundly. Are you going to the library?"

I pretended to be casual and said no, I was just out for a walk. I stole glances at her; her expression seemed to
conceal the fact that her panties were covered in my semen.

The auntie said gently, "Go back quickly. It'll get hot soon, you'll get heatstroke. I'll cook fish for you at noon."

I was captivated by her voice and nodded mechanically.

Looking back now, the auntie was indeed a skilled cook; during that time, all I could think about besides her body was
her cooking.

After returning home, the auntie went to the kitchen, and I casually strolled to the balcony. I didn't find
the . I was particularly frustrated at the time, feeling apprehensive about the unknown.

Meanwhile, the auntie was washing and preparing vegetables in the kitchen, acting as if nothing was amiss. I stood on the balcony, watching the auntie's
back through the window. The sunlight shone on her, highlighting her slender figure and slightly upturned buttocks, making my lower body swell again
. Perhaps sensing something, the auntie suddenly turned around, saw me staring at her, smiled faintly, and said, "
What are you looking at, little one?"

Realizing my lapse in composure, I quickly changed my gaze and said, "I was watching how you cook, Auntie, to learn a thing or two."

Auntie laughed heartily, "Come help me pick vegetables, you little glutton, just like Jiang Yan."

I ran to her side as if I'd received a royal decree, clumsily helping her pick vegetables, occasionally stealing glances at her profile.
At that moment, I felt the sunshine was wonderful, the air was fresh, everything was perfect.

Looking back now, my feelings for Auntie weren't just about wanting to have sex with her, fuck her, or even humiliate
her ; it was about liking her, wanting to protect her. To put it bluntly, at the time,
there might have been an element of love for her. Maybe you felt the same way about Teacher Zhou—
you had sex with her because you loved her, not because of sex. Right?

Later, Jiang Yan came back, and from her cheerful expression, I didn't see anything unusual. After dinner,
the three of us watched TV together. Looking at these two women, I felt quite absurd. Jiang Yan liked me so much, yet
I was infatuated with her mother. It was like a dream. Absurd. Maybe last night's events were also a dream; the yellow
lace panties never existed.

3.

I was surprised by this story from my old friend, and at the same time quite annoyed, since he had kept it from me for so long.

My old friend noticed my displeasure, offered me a cigarette, lit one for himself, and said, "
So far, except you. You know how frustrating it is to keep it bottled up inside?

" I swallowed a mouthful of liquor and said, "I understand. If you're upset, just say it. After all, these things, these emotions, are considered perverse by
the world , intolerant of such thoughts, let alone the reality.

" My old friend sighed deeply and said, "Yes. But Auntie really helped me grow a lot. You always
said I changed so much, and a big part of the reason is this."

I agreed, "A good woman is like a book; she helps me grow, we may not understand her, but she understands
all confusion, and in the end, we turn the page after we finish reading.

" My old friend took a deep drag of his cigarette and said, "Stop being so pretentious, it's disgusting. Speaking of which, is it because
you always say these disgusting things that Teacher Zhou likes you? Then Teacher Zhou's taste is really low."

I kicked my old friend and said, "Get lost. I wouldn't say these things to Teacher Zhou."

My old friend asked curiously, "So what do you usually say to Teacher Zhou?"

My old friend's words left me speechless. During the time I was having an affair with Teacher Zhou, I didn't seem
to communicate with her much. I didn't understand her thoughts or plans. We made love fiercely; I
fucked her hard, and she moaned and responded. Then, during the time we weren't having sex, we mostly
sulked at each other, as if something was always stuck between us. Thinking back now, it seems that every time we got angry
, it was my fault. Then we'd argue like lovers, then she'd apologize, we'd make up, and we'd have sex again. It seemed like
that was it.

Reflecting on the past, I realized how naive I'd always been.

I told my old friend these thoughts, and he patted me on the shoulder.

After a long silence, he said, "We like mature women. Why do we like mature women? Is it a mother complex? Maybe.

What do we like about mature women? Their charm, their allure, and most importantly,
isn't it their understanding nature?" Yes, that must be it.

So here's the problem: when the mature woman we've been hoping for actually enters our lives, we find
things aren't like that at all, especially when this woman has feelings for you
. Her hysteria might be no less intense than any young girl's. Do you know why you argued with Teacher Zhou? Subconsciously, you felt she was
a mature woman, stronger than the young girls around you and stronger than you, so you felt it was only natural for her to take care of you and
accommodate you. But you overlooked one thing: feelings had developed between you. These feelings made her, even
a woman who had experienced many hardships, crave care and understanding.

I took a deep drag on my cigarette and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Do you want to continue talking about your business? If not, pay the bill and
go home to sleep.

" My old friend grabbed my arm and continued his story.

Life

went on as usual. The incident with the yellow lace panties seemed to have never happened; no one mentioned it, and no
one questioned it. In the days that followed, I continued to masturbate, imagining the aunt rubbing against me in all sorts of panties
, giving me oral sex. That speaks volumes about how sleazy we were back then. We didn't even know how to have sex, and
our fantasies about women were limited to those two things.

Autumn gradually arrived, and we moved from our first to second year of high school. When it came time to choose between arts and sciences in our second year,
Jiang Yan insisted on going into science and even asked the head teacher to come to my class. You know, she wasn't good at science.

During this time, many things quietly changed. For example,
Jiang Yan and I started dating; my relationship with my aunt became increasingly harmonious, and she didn't object to Jiang Yan having a boyfriend; I even applied to move out of the dorm and live
with them. Of course, many things remained unchanged. For example, Jiang Yan and I never crossed the line; I
was still a virgin. You were a virgin back then, right?

As the autumn weather grew colder, something happened that directly changed our fate.

One early morning, while I was still in bed, fantasizing about my future mother-in-law's naked body and masturbating, Jiang Yan suddenly
ran into my room. Seeing this, she didn't have time to hide but hurriedly told me to get dressed quickly and
take her mother to the hospital.

I hurriedly dressed and ran to my mother-in-law's room. She was lying on the bed, large beads of sweat
dripping from her pale face. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she didn't know, just had a stomachache. I asked if we should call 120 (emergency services)
, but she said no, 120 was a waste of money, and suggested we take her to a nearby clinic.

Jiang Yan and I helped her out of bed, but she was in too much pain to walk. I don't know where I
got the courage, but without saying a word, I just carried her on my back and carried her outside. Maybe I was in a rush; even though
just minutes before I'd been thinking about masturbating this mature woman, seeing her in so much pain made me feel sorry for her, and
I had no such thoughts.

So, I carried her, and Jiang Yan helped her as we rushed to the clinic outside the complex. I'd always thought that although
she was thin, she was quite tall and must be heavy. But that wasn't the case.

When we arrived at the clinic, her pale face made me worry. The doctor at the clinic, after understanding the situation, said it
was acute appendicitis and she needed surgery, but he couldn't do it there. He told us to go to the People's Hospital quickly, or it would be difficult to get better.
Jiang Yan went to the clinic to call a taxi, but there were no taxis in this small county town at this hour, and
no .

You know, I was terrified because I subconsciously believed that acute appendicitis could easily kill someone
. In a panic, I carried Auntie on my back and ran all the way to the People's Hospital. Damn, you should know
how far it is from Jiang Yan's place to the People's Hospital. Luckily, I was on the school team, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to handle it.

When we arrived at the People's Hospital, Auntie had already passed out. Jiang Yan cried and shouted for the on-duty doctor, and they took
Auntie to the operating room. By then, my back was completely soaked with sweat.

The next morning, Auntie was lying in the hospital bed, and Jiang Yan and I took leave to stay with her. When the doctor came to check on her
, he said, "These are your son and daughter. Your son was brave last night, carrying you here
like crazy. If it had been any later, you would have had a hard time.

" Auntie smiled at first, and then I could clearly see the disappointment in her eyes. I had heard Jiang Yan say that
her aunt Jiang Yan was her only daughter, while the elders always wanted a son.

I felt sorry for her and said to her aunt, "Yes, Mom, you were terrifying last night! Thankfully, the doctor was very skilled and saved you."
"Come here." He made a face at her, and Jiang Yan laughed.

Auntie's eyes shone, and she pinched my cheek, saying, "My precious son is the best."

Jiang Yan feigned dissatisfaction, "What about me?"

Auntie said, "My son and daughter are both great, okay?"

Auntie rested in the hospital for a week before leaving; after all, it wasn't a major incident, and she couldn't stand
the smell of the hospital.

Looking back now, this incident didn't have any direct impact on me, but afterwards, I could
clearly feel some changes, some changes that cheered me up.

After Auntie came back, she would occasionally call me "son," which made me feel quite comfortable, and I wasn't
as reserved as before, becoming more talkative. All signs indicated that, compared to before, Auntie seemed to
treat me more like family. As for Jiang Yan, after seeing me masturbate that night, she privately talked to me about
it , saying that she would definitely give me her virginity after graduating from high school, telling me not to think about it all the time. However,
to use a popular phrase now, it was all for naught.

I still masturbated every night, still thinking about my aunt. I even regretted being so hasty
when , not appreciating the feeling of her breasts rubbing against my skin.

Winter slowly arrived. Remember Jiang Yan representing the school in a writing competition in Beijing?
It caused quite a stir. That was also a turning point in my relationship with my aunt.

Jiang Yan was going to stay in Beijing for a week, but thankfully, my aunt was becoming more outgoing, and she wasn't so reserved after school
. Every night we would watch TV, chatting and laughing, and then go to sleep. This continued for three days.
One day, after playing basketball, I came home and took a shower, only to find my aunt's yellow lace panties
and . I felt both ashamed and agitated. My aunt had known all along, just pretending.

My mind went blank as I showered. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw my mother-in-law in the bedroom. I called out "Auntie," and when she
saw me in my pajamas, she suddenly looked a little embarrassed. I was also incredibly embarrassed and went to my room, not coming out again.

A few minutes passed, but to me, it felt like an eternity. My aunt opened my
bedroom door .

I said shamefully, "Auntie, I'm sorry."

My aunt walked to my bedside, patted my head, and said, "Silly child, what's there to be sorry about?"

I said, "I did that to your underwear."

My aunt said, "It's okay, children have to grow up eventually. Don't feel guilty. I pretended not to know
because didn't want you to feel guilty. After all, you're at the age where you're most impulsive; you need to control yourself.

" I said, "Auntie, I can't control myself.

" My aunt said, "Talk to me. I've been that age too; I can give you some advice."

I said, "I'm afraid to talk about it.

" My aunt said, "It's okay. I'm an adult; why would I be afraid of you saying these things? Tell me. Keeping it inside
will only make you feel worse."

I said, "Okay, I'll tell you. But you can't be angry."

My aunt patted my head and said, "Okay."

I said, "Auntie, my feelings for you are different."

My aunt asked, "What's different? Aren't I your aunt?"

I said, "No, my feelings for you aren't just 'Auntie.' I think about you all the time, and I want to do
that kind of thing with you."

Auntie's face flushed instantly. She said, "I understand, but you have to control yourself. You and Jiang Yan didn't do that kind of thing, did you?"

I said no, I didn't want to be with her, I always thought about doing it with you.

Auntie laughed and said, "Don't say that, silly boy. Think about this when you grow up."

After saying that, Auntie got up and left. In a moment of madness, I grabbed Auntie's hand and pulled her onto my lap. Auntie paused
for a moment said, "Don't be silly, little kid." Then she got up and went back to her room.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I thought maybe I wouldn't be able to stay in this house for long. From then on, I would never again appreciate
Auntie's kindness, never be able to be by her side, never be able to see her dressed up so beautifully every day.

Five.

My old friend paused, not continuing. I asked him, "What happened after that? What happened between you two?"

My old friend shook his head and asked, "How was it with Teacher Zhou in bed?"

I said, "It was just so-so."

He pressed, "How so-so?"

I told her the truth: Ms. Zhou is a traditional woman. She rarely tries new things, and even now she
hasn't let me lick her. When we first started having sex, only I could hear her moans.
Later, I told her to relax, and she gradually increased the volume and enjoyed herself more.

My friend asked me how wet Ms. Zhou was.

I said a lot. Every time there's just a little foreplay, she gets soaking wet and can thrust all over me. She said she only
feels that way about me, and I think that's probably true. Maybe it's because I'm handsome.

My friend said, "Get lost, don't be so narcissistic." But it's normal to be wet with someone you like. It's like how we suddenly get hard when we're with a woman we
like . Tell me about other details of your sex life with Ms. Zhou that I enjoyed
.

I said, "Enjoy my ass." But saying it out loud does take away a lot of the meaning. For example, we both
like not using condoms, and in bed I call her "Teacher," and sometimes I call her "Auntie." She likes to call me by my full name.
That's about it.

My friend said, "Then let me tell you about mine."

6.

The day after I confessed my feelings to my aunt, I spent the entire day in trepidation. When I got home in the afternoon, I went straight to
my bedroom. My aunt heard me and came to call me for dinner. I said I didn't want to eat.

My aunt didn't speak, her face darkening. I felt she was about to get angry; I had never seen her angry before.

But a little while later, she took my hand, smiling, and said, "Good son, let's eat. Mom made
your favorite braised fish."

I pulled my hand away from hers, lowered my head, and said, "Auntie, I want to move to the school dormitory tomorrow."

My aunt asked in surprise, "Why?"

I said, "You know."

My aunt said, "Why? Is it because I didn't agree to that thing?"

I heard her voice was hoarse. I looked up and saw her crying, tears
streaming . I didn't know what to do. I just felt heartbroken.

I said, "No, Auntie, I'm ashamed to face you. I think about you every night, but you're so
good to me, cooking for me, treating me like your own son, yet I still think about doing *that* to you."

Auntie continued to cry silently, her tears flowing more and more. Subconsciously, I hugged her. She didn't resist.
The scent of her body was like the scent of your teacher, Zhou; my whole world seemed to melt away
.

We hugged like that for who knows how long. Gradually, Auntie stopped crying, but we were still hugging.
After her scent melted my heart, it made my lower body swell. Auntie seemed to realize the
awkwardness, pulling away from my embrace and looking down at her bulging member through her pants.
She seemed at a loss.

I said, "Auntie, I should leave. Staying with you is like this every day; I
can only . Do you know my pain?

" Auntie didn't speak, leaving the room and returning to her bedroom. A little while later, she came back to my room; I
could tell she had washed her face.

Auntie said, "Can you keep a secret for me?"

I asked my aunt what the secret was.

She walked over to me, unbuckled my belt, and slowly pulled down my pants. My penis
popped out.

She said, "I'll help you masturbate from now on, but you can't masturbate at other times, understand?"

I was startled by this sudden change.

She held my penis and said, "Masturbating too much isn't good." She then used her other hand to push me onto the
bed , and started stroking me with her other hand. However, embarrassingly, I
ejaculated in less than thirty seconds. My aunt probably didn't expect me to be so quick, so she didn't have time to dodge, and I ejaculated all over her face.

She got up in annoyance and wiped her face with a tissue, saying, "You silly boy, you got it all over my face! Are you satisfied now?"

I grinned foolishly, satisfied.

She said, "I didn't expect you to be such a quick shooter." Haha.

I was speechless for a moment. Seeing my embarrassment, she said I was just joking. "Young people shouldn't masturbate too much, otherwise
you'll really ejaculate very quickly.

" I said, "No, it's not that. It's because I'm a virgin, okay? I couldn't resist your temptation."

The auntie said, "So when are you going to show me? I want to see just how good you are."

I said, "Now."

The auntie said, "I'm ignoring you." Then she left.

Just like that, the auntie gave me a handjob. Besides being comfortable, it also inexplicably moved me. Seriously, who
the hell would have thought that such a charming, goddess-like person would give a handjob to a little kid like me?

Forget it, I'm not talking to you anymore. If you want to know what happens next, buy me a drink next time.

Seven.

My old friend paused. I asked him why he didn't continue.

He picked up a beer bottle and chugged it down, his face turning pale. I handed him
a cigarette and lit one for myself.

He said, "I don't want to talk anymore, it's boring."

Knowing my friend's personality, I paid the bill and left. On the way home, he kept humming
Karen Mok 's "Hiroshima Mon Amour." It was clear that reminiscing about the past had plunged him into pain and reluctance.

After dropping him off at home, I inexplicably thought of Teacher Zhou. I called her, and she answered immediately.

I asked her why she wasn't asleep so late.

Teacher Zhou said she couldn't sleep, so she was playing on her phone.

I asked, "Where is he?"

Teacher Zhou said he went to inspect work at a school downstairs.

I said, "I miss you. I really miss you.

" Teacher Zhou said a little angrily, "

Have you been drinking again?" I said, "Not much. Can I come find you now?"

Teacher Zhou said, "No, don't come over if you've been drinking. It's not safe."

I said, "It's okay, wait for me."

She hung up. It was late at night, and there were hardly any cars on the road, so I drove very fast. The usual two-
hour journey took me a little over an hour to reach Teacher Zhou's building. I saw Teacher Zhou
pacing , walking towards my car. I got out to greet her.

Teacher Zhou said, "Why are you so fast? Are you crazy?"

I laughed it off and said, "I missed you, so I was fast."

Teacher Zhou took my arm, and we went upstairs together. After closing the door, Teacher Zhou hugged me and buried her head in my
chest. I knew Ms. Zhou had a slight case of mysophobia, so I gestured for her to wait a moment while I took a shower.

Ms. Zhou said with a wronged expression, "No, just hug me first."

I hugged Ms. Zhou like that for about ten minutes, then said, "Honey, I'm going to take a shower.
Can I hug you later?"

Ms. Zhou said coquettishly, "Okay, you should wash properly. You smell like smoke and alcohol, it's awful."

Ms. Zhou's tone instantly dispelled my previous gloomy mood. I said, "I can't get clean, can you help me
wash?"

Ms. Zhou pretended to be angry and pushed me into the bathroom. I knew I had a chance, so I persisted and dragged Ms. Zhou into
the bathroom as well. I said, "Can we shower together, teacher?"

Ms. Zhou said she had already showered.

I said, "Teacher, you've showered, but as your wife, you haven't helped me wash yet. Be good."

Ms. Zhou couldn't resist me, so she helped me take off my clothes and then took off her own. And so, in the bathroom,
we were naked, touching each other, my genitals throbbing as if they were about to burst. Teacher Zhou
would tease me from time to time, flicking my penis with her finger, watching it twitch, which made her smile. I helped
Teacher lather up with shower gel, feeling her delicate skin and her slightly sagging breasts, but
every time I tried to sneak a touch on her genitals, she would block me.

I said, "Teacher Zhou, I can't hold back anymore. I want it."

Teacher Zhou said, "Then let's hurry up and shower."

She whispered shyly in my ear, "I want you too."

We quickly rinsed off the soap. Teacher Zhou pulled me towards the bedroom, but I gestured for her not to
and kissed her. She responded, putting her tongue in my mouth. She wrapped one arm around my neck and
rubbed my genitals with the other. I lifted one of her legs, and she moved her genitals towards me. As
always , Teacher Zhou was already overflowing with desire, so I quickly thrust in and out.
I pushed Ms. Zhou against the bathroom wall, her back pressed against the wall as she responded fiercely, her breath coming in gasps
and moans through our French kiss. I lifted her other leg, and she wrapped both arms around my neck,
her legs clamping around me, her breathing and moans growing louder, and my thrusts becoming even more intense. I carried
her couldn't take my thrusting anymore, she held my head, abandoned the French kiss, and
breathed heavily into my ear.

She moaned in my ear, "Husband, husband, wife feels so good."

I felt incredibly good too, and carried her to her bed in her bedroom. I said, "Wife, get
ready for a night of pure bliss."

Ms. Zhou said, "Good husband, I'm ready. Mmm, it feels so good. Good husband."

Hearing Ms. Zhou's seductive moans, I thrust even harder. We made love for over half an hour, and Ms. Zhou
climaxed three times. Each time Ms. Zhou was about to climax, she responded fiercely, calling me "husband," calling me by my full name.
Finally , I couldn't hold back any longer and thrust hard into Teacher Zhou. Her moans, almost like cries, stirred
my heart.

I stroked her face, kissed her gently, and asked if she felt good.

Teacher Zhou hugged me tightly and said, "Yes, it feels good, my good husband. I can get a good night's sleep now."

Within five minutes, Teacher Zhou fell asleep. It seemed that Teacher Zhou always
fell asleep ; perhaps she was tired, or perhaps the sense of security she felt made her forget worldly worries.

The next morning, I vaguely felt an unusual comfort in my lower body. I opened my eyes and found Teacher Zhou teasing
me, occasionally stroking my thighs or casually lying face down on my penis. Seeing that I
was awake, Teacher Zhou rested her head on my chest and said, "You're finally awake."

I said, "Yes, darling. What time is it?"

Teacher Zhou said, "Almost ten o'clock." Her hands continued their movements, and she pressed her breasts against my chest.

I said, "Teacher, don't you have class?"

Teacher Zhou said, "I called to ask for leave, saying I wasn't feeling well today."

I grinned mischievously and said, "Where are you feeling unwell, sir? Let me treat you

." Teacher Zhou playfully punched me, "You're the worst! With you here, I feel comfortable everywhere."

I gently touched Teacher Zhou's forehead and continued to enjoy her caresses. And so, another round of
lovemaking ensued. After Teacher Zhou was thoroughly aroused, she went to make me breakfast.

What more could one ask for in life?

After breakfast, I held Teacher Zhou in my arms as we lay on her sofa watching a boring Korean drama. I
told Teacher Zhou about my old friend. Teacher Zhou was also shocked and asked if I had told my old friend about us.
I nodded and said that my old friend wouldn't tell anyone.

Although Teacher Zhou was worried, she was relieved by my confident statement. We started talking
about my old friend.

Teacher Zhou asked me if the woman he had slept with was from around here.

I said yes, and gave Teacher Zhou her address, saying that I didn't know her name, but she
had a daughter in Australia.

Teacher Zhou sat up from me and asked if her daughter's name was Yanzi, Jiang Yan.

I said, "How did you know?"

Teacher Zhou was clearly stunned, slapping my thigh. "I give up, you rascal! She's my cousin!"

I said, "No way! This world is so small."

Teacher Zhou ignored me and asked, "So, what happened after that?"

I said, "How would I know?" Teacher

Zhou pointed at me, but I still shook my head.

I said, "Forget it, honey. Let's not meddle in other people's business, okay?"

Teacher Zhou helplessly continued to lie on me, saying, "This world is too crazy. My cousin is such a good
person, how could she do this?"

I said, "Teacher Zhou, you're so good to me, how could you treat me like this?"

Teacher Zhou said, "I'm different from you."

I asked her, "How are we different?"

Teacher Zhou said, "Because we have feelings for each other."

I said, "Maybe they have feelings for each other too."

Teacher Zhou was speechless for a moment, then started talking about how good her cousin was. Finally, she said, "My goodness, that guy actually
managed to win over my cousin. My cousin has such a great figure, she's beautiful, and she dresses so well. I feel
inferior .

" I said, "I don't know if he won her over or not. But what I do know is that in my eyes, you're better than anyone else.
So don't feel inferior."

Teacher Zhou asked, "What's so good about me? Tell me. "

I said, "You have a great figure too, and I've seen your cousin. She's so thin, and her breasts are much smaller than yours.
Her butt isn't as big or perky as yours either. You're the real beauty, the real..."

Teacher Zhou pinched me, stopping me from continuing. But I could see she was happy.

So, Teacher Zhou and I stayed at home until evening. Unlike most erotic novels, it wasn't just about
sex. I helped her trim the plants on her balcony, chatted with her like newlyweds
, and sat with her on the balcony reading. Everything was wonderful, and I enjoyed it.

In the evening, I said I had to go home, and at Teacher Zhou's request, I treated her to a big meal. It was supposed to be a big meal,
but it was really just spicy hot pot near our junior high school. For some reason, Ms. Zhou really liked the spicy hot pot there.
Even though she'd been away from the school for years, she still came back occasionally for a meal. I'd accompanied
her a few times before. Then we'd stroll around the school, reminiscing about our youth. It's amazing how time flies
; we'd actually become lovers.

After walking around with Ms. Zhou for a while, we left the school, and I took her home and picked up her car to go back to her place in the city.
Ms. Zhou was in a great mood, playing and joking like a little girl the whole way. It was already dark, and the lights in the small town
were dim , but Ms. Zhou didn't seem to care.

Unexpectedly, just as we were about to reach Ms. Zhou's building, we ran into Aunt Tang, the woman my old friend had been longing for. The
world is sometimes so small, and things sometimes happen so coincidentally. Even a screenwriter as brilliant as Ning Caishen probably
wouldn't dare to write something like this.

Ms. Zhou stopped her playful antics, stopped walking and moving her hands, and called out, "Sister."

Aunt Tang seemed not to hear us and continued walking towards us, her steps unsteady.

Teacher Zhou called out "Sister" again.

Aunt Tang seemed to realize something, looked up at the two of us, and forced a smile as she greeted us.

We smelled the alcohol on her; she staggered as if she were about to fall. Teacher Zhou went over to help her,
asking why she had been drinking, and so much at that.

Aunt Tang said, "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt like drinking. I'm going home now."

Teacher Zhou said, "How can you go home after drinking so much? Your brother-in-law Yanzi isn't home
. Why don't you come to my house and sit down to sober up?

" Aunt Tang said, "No, I'll just go home and get some sleep."

Teacher Zhou insisted, and Aunt Tang couldn't refuse, so she had to be helped back to Teacher Zhou's house.

At this point, I felt too embarrassed to say I was going back to the city, so I went to Teacher Zhou's house and sat on the sofa. Teacher Zhou poured
Aunt Tang a glass of water and asked her why she had drunk so much.

Aunt Tang said, "I felt unwell, and drinking more made me feel better.

" Teacher Zhou seemed to understand something and fell silent.

Aunt Tang seemed to only then notice my presence, looking at me with confusion. Teacher Zhou said, "This is my student; she
just happened to be visiting me today while on a business trip."

The aunt said, "Good. You have a conscience, and you even know to look after your teacher."

I chuckled, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly, the aunt's eyes reddened. To be honest, I still don't understand why women cry so easily.

Teacher Zhou panicked and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?

" The aunt said, "Nothing."

At that moment, I blurted out, "We know you cried."

The aunt looked at me in surprise. Looking at her red eyes, I felt incredibly sad.

I said embarrassedly, "Actually, that person and I are very good friends. He told me everything when he came back
.

" The aunt was caught off guard and looked extremely embarrassed. She didn't know what to say. After a long while, Teacher Zhou came over and pinched me,
breaking the awkward silence, saying, "Let's continue drinking. I haven't had a drink in a long time. Let's drink until we're drunk."

So, I drank with these two still plump women for over an hour. We talked about the past,
the present , and the future. Gradually, I told her about Teacher Zhou and me. She didn't seem to care much, just saying
, "As long as you know your limits." Later, after drinking too much, the aunt slowly began to recount her past, her own
story with my old friend.

Eight.

Actually, this is still a rather embarrassing thing to talk about. After all, as traditional Chinese women, doing such a
thing is always against ethics. In ancient times, she would have been drowned in a pig cage long ago. But it happened, it
really happened, and now it seems like not such a big deal. Aside from occasionally causing myself unhappiness, I can sometimes
indulge in the past and feel that life should be lived freely.

The first time I saw him—oh, I remember you, you were there too. It was on Yanzi's
birthday , the two of you went together. From the first moment I saw him, I felt a sense of closeness; I wanted to
treat him like my own son. You know, I only have one daughter, and I've suffered a lot of grievances at home because of it. So
, how should I put it? I felt like he was my son in a past life.

Later, as we spent more time together, I felt he had a good personality, a nice boy, and Yanzi
definitely . At first, I thought everything would just continue like this, until something
happened that completely tipped the scales in my heart.

That morning, I went to the guest room to get something and found him lying naked on the bed. On his genitals were
my yellow underwear that I had changed out of the night before. I was shocked. My mind went blank, but I
managed to
suppress my anger with my remaining rationality. I figured all young people go through this phase, so I took my underwear off him. When I saw his enormous penis, I couldn't help but gasp. It was indeed huge; he probably
had a morning erection. I took the underwear to my room. To avoid embarrassment and putting
unnecessary , I put my underwear, stained with his semen, in a bag, intending
to wash it when he wasn't around.

Later, I started to observe him. I noticed he would occasionally look at me with lustful eyes.
I pretended not to see it because deep down, I wanted to treat him like a son. Gradually, I even started to enjoy
his desire. Maybe I'm just a wanton woman at heart.

I became more outgoing, occasionally telling him things I was previously ashamed to say and telling him jokes.
Our relationship became increasingly harmonious. Everything seemed to be developing positively. But after that excruciating appendicitis
attack , my feelings for him changed. I no longer wanted to see him as a son; perhaps I was too
insecure, too in need of protection. When I vaguely felt his powerful running on his shoulder
, I felt inexplicably moved and comforted.

Sometimes at night, I would take out that yellow lace panty, even though I had secretly washed it long ago
, I still felt it was filled with his semen and his scent. Sometimes I would sniff desperately,
as if could smell that scent on him that made me feel safe. A few times, just thinking about it
made me incredibly aroused, and I would masturbate gently after Yanzi fell asleep, my mind filled with him. During that time, I felt like
I was about to collapse because I hadn't felt this kind of excitement in a long time. Life was like stagnant water, but he
was stirring up my emotions.

Later, I became bolder and bolder, and inexplicably, I masturbated him once.
After that, although I still tried to control myself, I knew I was no longer in control. Especially after I
finished masturbating and he ejaculated all over my face. Actually, my genitals were already soaking wet and incredibly itchy. I
desperately wanted him to pin me down, rip off my clothes, pull down my panties, and fuck me hard, to make me
call him "Mommy."

But this idiot was completely stunned. I forced myself to take a cold shower, which helped me
calm down.

Things slowly started moving in the direction I wanted, even though sometimes I resisted
these thoughts, but I couldn't overcome reason. I started masturbating him irregularly, whenever he wanted,
I would. Gradually, it progressed to the point where he could touch my breasts and French kiss me. One time, Yanzi was watching TV in
the living room I was cooking in the kitchen. He came in and hugged me from behind. I could clearly feel his hard
penis pressing against me. I said, "Stop it, Yanzi will see."

This silly boy grinned mischievously and breathed into my ear, saying he didn't care, he just wanted Mom to do it for him.

I couldn't resist him, and I don't know why, but every time he called me "Mom," my heart softened.

I turned around and touched his little brother through my pants. He touched my breasts, my buttocks, and kissed me.
My genitals were already overflowing, and I couldn't help but moan occasionally. He noticed my excitement and suddenly stopped,
saying seriously, "Mom, you always do it for me, but I can't do it for you. Aren't you uncomfortable?"

I said no, Mom feels comfortable when you're comfortable.

That silly boy said, "How could that be? I feel like touching your breasts and buttocks makes you want it even more. Am I being
too selfish?"

I stroked his head and said, "Silly boy, how could that be? Mom loves you."

That silly boy's stubbornness flared up, and he said no. "From now on, either I'll make you comfortable too, or I won't be
so selfish."

I was instantly moved to tears; I knew he wasn't faking it. I kissed him. Maybe it was because I
hadn't had sex in so long, but I inexplicably wanted to, wanting this man to give me everything. I boldly asked, "So,
how will you make Mom feel good?"

The silly boy said, "Just make you feel good, like a boyfriend and girlfriend.

" I said, "Did you do it with Yanzi?"

The silly boy said, "No."

I said, "Then what do you know?"

He nestled in my arms and said, "Then teach me."

I found it funny and said, "How about I teach you tonight?"

He said no. In the end, I couldn't resist him—to be honest, I never imagined that I would have sex with this boy who was
almost , and in my own kitchen no less. I placed my hands on the integrated
stove and bent over. The silly boy clumsily pulled down my pantyhose and underwear. It was
deep winter , but the heating in the house didn't affect our feelings. My genitals were already a mess. I said, "
Come in."

And so, I felt him slowly enter me. Maybe it had been too long since I'd done it, but I felt an unprecedented
fullness. He gently thrust in and out, and I suppressed my pleasure, moaning softly. He lay on top of me, kneading my small
breasts, his thrusts becoming faster and faster until he ejaculated. He ejaculated all over my vagina, the semen slowly dripping onto
the floor . I turned over, kissed him, and said, "Son, Mommy is satisfied now. Are you satisfied?"

He said, "I'm satisfied too. But I know you're not satisfied, Auntie."

I said, "Mommy is satisfied, so don't call me Auntie anymore."

He obediently nodded.

I said, "Men are usually quick the first time, don't feel pressured. Okay?"

He said, "Okay," but I saw the disappointment on his face. I felt quite sorry for him.

And so, I made love for the first time with this little boy I wanted to make my son. I
made a man, and he let me relive the beauty of my youth.

Nine.

Perhaps it was because I had drunk too much, or perhaps it was because Teacher Zhou had told Auntie about us, but based on the principle that
women share secrets, Auntie was surprisingly open about her private matters. I was quite
surprised. As we talked, Auntie stopped, half-reclined on Teacher Zhou's sofa, slowly sipping her wine.
It was clear she was lost in memories, enjoying the pleasant feeling they brought her. Teacher Zhou, meanwhile
, had fallen asleep on my lap sometime earlier.

Looking at Teacher Zhou sleeping peacefully like a child, and then at Auntie's radiant face, lost in reminiscence, I
couldn't help but wondered how many women in this world were like them, blessed
with looks and figures that most people envied, who, through continuous effort and growth, had become more intelligent and radiant
, yet their lives weren't as happy as people perceived. Even those ordinary middle-aged women,
with husbands to rely on, working tirelessly and without complaint, though their lives were mostly mundane, were ultimately
happier .

I thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't find a conclusion. At that moment, Auntie also slumped onto the sofa and fell asleep. I
kissed Teacher Zhou, gently moving her head from my lap to the sofa. Teacher Zhou
pouted , looking incredibly cute.

I went to the balcony and lit a cigarette. Looking out at the increasingly deserted streets and streetlights, I suddenly realized how fast
time flies. And the woman we love so deeply is aging too quickly. If it weren't for the immense pain weighing on her heart, Auntie
certainly wouldn't have told us these things.

Thinking of this, I called an old friend. I told him about it, and he said he'd be there soon.

A little over an hour later, he arrived downstairs. I went down to greet him, and he said he hadn't seen
Auntie in a long time and was very nervous. After hesitating for ten minutes, he finally agreed to come upstairs with me.

At Teacher Zhou's house, my friend stood by the sofa, watching Auntie, who was already asleep. For a long time, he didn't say
a word . I wanted to go over and wake her, but he gestured for me not to disturb her. I had to give up.

Perhaps sensing something, Auntie suddenly woke up. Seeing my friend standing before her, she
rubbed her eyes. Because she had drunk too much, her movements were quite slow; she struggled to sit up. I stared intently at my old friend,
who also stared intently at me without saying a word. I don't know how long they gazed at each other, but the aunt spoke first
, "You're back?"

My friend replied, "Yes, I've been back for a few days." The aunt,

probably sobered up considerably, seemed flustered, saying, "I called Yanzi back, but she wouldn't come. It's true what they say,
daughters grow up and leave home." She forced a smile.

My friend and I smiled along.

At this moment, Teacher Zhou was awakened by the voices. She opened her eyes and was a little surprised to see my friend there. However, she quickly
pretended to be nonchalant and greeted my friend, who also greeted Teacher Zhou.

The aunt got up, went to the bathroom to tidy her clothes and wash her face, and then came out saying it was late and she had to go home.

I could see my friend's reluctance, but he hesitated to speak.

I said, "Auntie, why don't you sit and chat a little longer? You haven't seen this young man in a long time anyway."

The aunt said, "Never mind, maybe next time. When Yanzi comes back, you young people can all come to my house, and I'll
cook you something delicious."

Teacher Zhou interrupted, "Sister, you're being too biased! So you're not going to entertain this old woman?"

The aunt replied, "You really shouldn't go." She turned to leave.

Teacher Zhou stood up, grabbed the aunt's hand, and said, "Cousin, sit down and let's talk."

The aunt said, "It's too late, I have to go back."

Teacher Zhou said, "Don't do this, it's not good to run away like this. There are some things..."

The aunt interrupted Teacher Zhou, "What am I running away from?"

Teacher Zhou said, "You are running away now. You should talk things out properly. Look, they came all this way in the middle of the night
, and you're just going to leave.

" The aunt looked at Teacher Zhou suspiciously, then at both of us, with a hint of anger.

I stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Auntie, you drank too much earlier. You told us everything, and we understand."

After hearing this, the aunt's face immediately turned red. Without saying a word, she walked towards the door. It was clear that she felt
ashamed of making this public.

At this moment, my old friend, who had been standing there silently, strode in front of the aunt and blocked her way. He said, "
Auntie, let's talk this out, okay?"

The aunt turned around, her back to my old friend, slapped herself, and muttered, "How can I face anyone after this
?" Tears streamed down her face. I didn't know if she was sad because she regretted revealing her private matters due to her blackout,
or because of her old friend. Or perhaps both.

Teacher Zhou came over and helped Auntie to sit on the sofa. She said, "Cousin, we won't say anything. Trust
us. I understand your pain."

Auntie was still crying, and Teacher Zhou's eyes were also red. I went over and put my arm around Teacher Zhou, gesturing for her to come with me to
her room so that her old friend could stay with her.

About half an hour later, her old friend knocked on the door, saying that everything was alright and we could leave. When

we went out, Auntie had stopped crying; on the contrary, her face was beaming with joy. I had to admire her old friend
's skills in comforting women. Her old friend said, "Let's go out for a late-night snack." Teacher

Zhou said, "It's almost one o'clock now. What late-night snack is there?"

Her old friend joked, "Teacher Zhou is a typical good woman. Even someone who lives here every day can't compare to me, who
just got back. I'll take you."

And so, the four of us went to the riverside late-night snack street, playing and frolicking like two young couples.
We didn't leave until three in the morning. After the party, I assumed that, given the situation, my friend would go to a hotel with my aunt or go back to
her house, while I would go home with Teacher Zhou. Unexpectedly, my aunt said, "Tonight I want to sleep with your Teacher Zhou, is that okay?"

Although I was annoyed, I pretended to be generous and said, "Sure." What's wrong with that? I
could even have a little fun with this guy.

Teacher Zhou came over and tried to hit me, but luckily I dodged.

In bed, because of the alcohol, my friend and I couldn't sleep, so we started chatting. I repeated what my aunt
had said to him verbatim. He laughed heartily, saying that's just how women are; they talk nonsense when they drink,
and they make it sound so convincing. It's hilarious. Hahaha.

I was confused; was this even true?

My friend said, "Of course! Do you think my aunt is that kind of woman? Would she easily do 'that' with me?"

I said, "Give me back my aunt, pshaw. She wouldn't easily do 'that' with you, but she could tell me and Teacher Zhou
the details , and she described it so explicitly."

My old friend kicked me so hard I almost fell off the bed. "What do you know? She's drunk and wants someone to help her relax , that
's understandable."

I kicked her back. "Venture your feelings? You said she was talking nonsense? Explain yourself.

"

Actually, what Auntie told you, that we were in the kitchen, did happen, but that was a long time later,
much after we had sex. It wasn't in winter, and it wasn't her first time, as she claimed. You
can imagine, Auntie is a respectable woman.

After Auntie gave me a handjob, I was immersed in a pleasurable atmosphere, feeling the world was so wonderful,
and I was so lucky. Jiang Yan wasn't at the competition then. The night before she was to return,
after showering, I sat down next to Auntie, who was watching TV, wearing only my underwear. Auntie said, "You little rascal,
aren't you cold wearing so little?"

I said, "No, I'm actually quite hot." As I said this, I moved my lower body, gesturing for Auntie to look down.

Auntie came over and pushed my head, saying, "You little devil, what mischief are you up to now?"

I said, "No, I just hope Auntie will keep her promise and give me a handjob."

Auntie said, "I just gave you a handjob a few days ago, and you're not going to?"

I said, "Didn't you say you'd do it whenever I needed to?"

Auntie said, "Who said that? You'll hurt yourself easily if you do it like that. Didn't you see how fast you came? That's
why .

" I felt my self-esteem was hurt; after all, no man would be happy to hear about this.

Auntie saw my disappointment and hurt and said, "I was wrong. I was just joking."

I ignored her, and she continued, "Mom was wrong, okay? You'll be very strong when you grow up .
Our Yanzi is so lucky.

" I still ignored her, and she reached over and touched my genitals through my underwear. At first, I wanted to continue
resisting , but my genitals betrayed me, and I let her touch me. She giggled, as if her
scheme had succeeded. Looking at her smile, even now, three or four years later, I still think she's
most beautiful . I tried to kiss her then and there, but she noticed and pushed me away. I had no choice but to let her masturbate me.

So, I sat next to her, and she knelt down beside my legs to better caress me. My penis
grew harder and harder, and she slowly pulled down my underwear. I felt incredibly good, but I also felt like something was missing.

I asked, "Auntie, Mom, can I touch you?"

Auntie continued to masturbate me, "No."

I said, "Just a touch.

" Auntie still refused. You know, sometimes I'm the kind of rogue who won't give up until I get what I want.
I said, "But I always feel like something's missing, it's not really pleasurable."

Auntie said, "You little pervert, what kind of pleasure do you want? What son needs his mother to masturbate him?"

I would occasionally try to sneak up on Auntie with my hand. Auntie would giggle and dodge, and the masturbation was intermittent.
Helpless , Auntie had to threaten me, "If you keep making noise, Mom won't do it for you anymore, I'll make you explode and die.

" Afraid that Auntie really wouldn't do it for me, I said dejectedly, "Okay."

And so, I watched as the aunt intently manipulated herself, and soon I ejaculated. This time, the aunt had experience;
she sensed my impending climax and quickly put a tissue over my penis. Perhaps because she didn't ejaculate inside...
I felt a strange sense of loss when I looked at my aunt. She glanced at the tissue and said, "You little devil, you always
use so much. You're just like that." Then she looked at me, sensing my disappointment, and said, "You little pervert, you're
not satisfied until you've splattered all over Mom's face, are you?"

I retorted, "You know everything, what else is there to say?"

My aunt threw the tissue into the nearby trash can and used it to wipe my penis clean. As she stood up,
seeing I was still unhappy, she leaned over and kissed my forehead. Her hair—you should know,
back then she had long, flowing hair, like your teacher Zhou—fell to my face, its fragrance filling the
air. I felt an unprecedented pleasure, but honestly, I didn't really feel anything from that kiss. After throwing
the tissue saw me staring at her blankly and nudged me. "Son, are you stupid from Mom's kiss?

" I snapped out of my daze and said, "That didn't count." I hadn't even reacted. "Another kiss."

My aunt said, "Dream on. This is an extra reward, you're not obligated to do it."

I wouldn't allow it. Holding my aunt's hand, I gently traced the lines of her palm with my fingernail, repeating this several times. She couldn't resist and
finally said, "You little rascal, close your eyes. Are you ready?"

I obediently closed them, and then I felt my aunt's faint fragrance getting closer and closer. First, her
hair brushed against my face, then her slightly dry lips touched my forehead. It felt like centuries
before her lips finally left. At that moment, I felt like I was dying of happiness.

My aunt said, "You've kissed me for so long, and you haven't even thanked your mother?"

I said, "Thank you, Mom. I love you."

My aunt said, "I love you too, my darling son. Go to sleep."

And so, I went back to the guest room to sleep, completely satisfied. That night, I felt like all my dreams were
in color .

(Eleventh)

Perhaps because my relationship with my lover had improved, and my heart was content, my old friend fell into a deep sleep with colorful dreams
. But I was wide awake. I tossed and turned, lamenting the cruel twist of fate, wondering how many
men like my old friend and I were in the world, falling for a woman we shouldn't love, a woman who might never belong to us.

Then I thought, relatively speaking, my friend and I are lucky. Most men probably just suffer from unrequited love,
ending their lives without ever winning the heart of their beloved. If mature women are like aged tea, then as those who deeply appreciate aged tea, at least we
can still savor our favorite.

After much contemplation, I realized there must be some lucky ones like us, perhaps with
their beloved teacher, their beloved aunt, their mother-in-law, or some unrelated,
beautiful mature woman, or even their own mother. They struggled, they suffered, but ultimately, they tasted the
sweetness. But I still can't understand why mature women choose us.

Are we young? Obviously not. After all, they've grown older and understand the many disadvantages of immaturity.

Are we better in that area than their husbands, able to satisfy them? Obviously not. I believe
most mature women, like Teacher Zhou and Auntie Zhou, aren't inherently promiscuous. Even if
they desire it deeply or are physically thirsty, they'll mostly restrain themselves rather than seduce others, especially
boys ten or twenty years younger than them; they feel deeply ashamed of such things.

Just as I was struggling with this question, my phone screen lit up. It was
a WeChat message from Teacher Zhou: "Baby, I can't sleep. Missing you."

I replied, "Me too. See you in the living room."

I immediately pulled on my pants and went to the living room shirtless. Teacher Zhou also carefully came out of the room and quietly
closed the door .

She came over and hugged me, and I hugged her tightly. Through her nightgown, I could clearly feel that she wasn't
wearing a bra; her breasts were pressed tightly against my chest. I cupped her face and grinned mischievously.

She understood what I meant and said, "What woman sleeps in a bra?"

I said, "I don't know. Anyway, you're my first woman, so say whatever you want."

She pinched me, "You pervert!"

We separated. I held her hand and lay down on the sofa, and she leaned against me. I smelled
the fragrance of her hair and told her about what my old friend had mentioned. Unexpectedly, she pinched me again. "Why are you so concerned about other people
's business?"

I said, "I didn't. After all, he's my best brother."

Teacher Zhou pinched me even harder. "Say it again. You think I don't know what you're up to?"

I said, "What am I up to? I swear to God. You don't think I have anything going on with Auntie, do you?"

Teacher Zhou said, "It's good that you know. You better watch yourself. Otherwise, I'll ruin you."

I said, "You're crazy. I know Auntie is beautiful and has a great figure, but does that mean I have to treat every beautiful woman
the way I treat you?"

Teacher Zhou got even angrier when she heard me say that. "How would I know?"

I hugged Teacher Zhou and coaxed her, "Silly girl, don't worry. My heart is only for you. Don't always think
Auntie is prettier than you. You have many things that Auntie can't compare to."

Teacher Zhou snorted and ignored me.

I said to myself, "Don't worry." I won't do anything to betray you.

Teacher Zhou buried her head in my chest, inhaling my scent. I remembered a saying I'd heard before: that
jealous women are the most beautiful. Now I think that's not quite right. I think mature women who are jealous are the most beautiful
. They know how to be jealous in moderation, unlike young girls who act unreasonably. So more often than not, you'll
feel their jealousy is like playful banter.

Teacher Zhou teased me from time to time, making me itch and my lower body hard. Teacher Zhou
was only wearing a nightgown, so she quickly felt the strength in my lower body, smiling like a smug child.

I kissed her hair and said, "Wife, I want it."

Teacher Zhou said, "Can you not?"

I said, "Don't tease me like that, making me so embarrassed."

Teacher Zhou, I like it.

I said, "I really want it."

Teacher Zhou said, "How about tomorrow night? I'm too tired, and you were too vigorous last night. My lower body is a little swollen
now it feels uncomfortable when I pee." Teacher Zhou buried her head deep in my chest, becoming shy.

I said with pity, "How could this happen?"

Teacher Zhou said, "It's alright, everything will be alright tomorrow."

I said, "Okay then. Let's sleep."

I gestured for her to get up and go back to her room, but she remained nestled in my arms, saying, "Let's sleep here. I can
sleep peacefully on you.

" I said, "Okay, sleep, darling. " Teacher Zhou

said with heartache, "My husband has had a hard night, enduring his desire and still having to be my cushion. Goodnight."

And so, we quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, I vaguely heard someone knocking on the door. I opened my eyes with difficulty, and Teacher Zhou was still
fast asleep on me. I shook Teacher Zhou, but she didn't wake up. At this moment, the housekeeper came out of the room, saw
Teacher Zhou and me on me, and pointed at me. I understood what she meant; she was afraid a guest had arrived. So I
shook Teacher Zhou more forcefully to wake her up. Teacher Zhou groggily got up from me, rubbing her eyes, looking like a
child who hadn't woken up yet, which made me feel quite uncomfortable. I stroked her hair.

The auntie went to the door and peeked through the peephole. Startled, she walked to the sofa, glared at me, and whispered to
the half-asleep Ms. Zhou, "Wen Guo is back." I jumped back in fright, instinctively
removing my hand from Ms. Zhou's hair.

Ms. Zhou instantly snapped awake, standing up from me, completely flustered.

The auntie, however, remained calm, pointing at me and saying, "We'll go back to our room. You go open the door. Understand? If they ask,
just say Yanzi had her boyfriend bring me something. I'm treating you and Ms. Zhou to dinner and karaoke. It's late, so we'll
sleep here. Got it?"

Terrified, I agreed. At the same time, I couldn't help but admire the auntie's composure and wisdom.

After Ms. Zhou and the auntie went back to their room, I pretended to be sleepy, unlocked the small lock, and opened the door. Looking back,
I 'm glad Ms. Zhou always locks the small lock at night; otherwise, if her husband came home and saw her on top of me,
I can't even imagine the consequences.

As soon as I opened the door, there stood that short, fat man. I pretended to be calm and said, "Ms. Tang, you
're back ."

I could see the doubt on his face, but experience counts, and besides, I used to be one of their
prized students. Seeing me shirtless, he smiled as he walked in and said, "Come see your teacher?"

I said, "No, yesterday Liu Ming and I came to deliver some things to Jiang Yan's mother. We were chatting about Teacher Zhou, and I found out
you're actually related." I didn't dare look him in the eye. After all, back in junior high, he was my biggest fear,
a fear that, I don't know where it came from, has persisted to this day. I called out towards Teacher Zhou's room, "Teacher,
Auntie, Teacher Tang is back."

Teacher Tang said, "Jiang Yan? The Jiang Yan in Australia?"

I said, "Yes, she's Liu Ming's girlfriend. Vaughn drank until two or three in the morning last night, they were all partying, they drank
quite bit.

" Teacher Tang laughed and said, "What a small world! I didn't expect there to be such a connection." "Then don't call
them. I'm back to get the documents; I need to get to the Education Bureau for a meeting right away.

" At that moment, Teacher Zhou pretended to have just woken up and came out of the room, saying, "You're back."

Teacher Tang said, "Yes." "I'm just coming back to grab something and leave."

Teacher Zhou said, "Aren't you going to eat breakfast? I'll make you some.

" Teacher Tang said, "No, thank you." Then she went to the study to find something. "You can go back to sleep." Teacher Zhou followed Teacher Tang
to the study to help him find his things.

Listening to their conversation, I felt inexplicably annoyed. I didn't know where this anger came from. Maybe it was because I
suddenly felt that, from beginning to end, I was an outsider, and Teacher Zhou, when the two of us men were present,
might have subconsciously relied on Teacher Tang; or maybe what bothered me was myself. In front of the woman I deeply loved,
and in front of her husband, I felt an unconscious fear. I was quite disappointed in myself and wanted to slap myself hard
. At this moment, Auntie came out of the room, saw my angry face, hesitated, and then gestured for me to wake up
my old friend . Then she went straight to the study and greeted Teacher Tang.

I hid in my room, didn't wake my old friend, and sat on the edge of the bed, silently grieving. A few minutes later,
I heard Teacher Tang calling from outside, "Liu Ming, you two don't go back yet. I'll come back tonight and have a few drinks with you.
" His voice faded into the distance until I heard the door close, confirming he had already left.

Teacher Zhou pushed open my door and saw me sitting on the edge of the bed, her displeasure evident. She glanced at my sleeping friend, then
walked over to me and pulled my head into her arms. I smelled her sweet, almost milky scent and
said nothing.

Just then, Auntie knocked on the door from behind. Teacher Zhou finally separated from me, standing there
motionless. It was clear she was more afraid than embarrassed, like a child who had done something wrong, leaving herself to be dealt with by Auntie. I felt a pang of heartache,
thinking of my own selfishness in neglecting her. She was terrified too; if Teacher Tang found out, the consequences for her family and
her reputation were unimaginable.

Auntie said, "You two are too bold. What if Wen Guo sees this?"

Teacher Zhou didn't speak, and neither did I.

Auntie continued, "You two be careful in the future, don't be so blatant." "Do you understand?"

Teacher Zhou said. "I know, sis. We'll be careful."

Just then, my friend was startled awake. He groggily opened his eyes, surprised that the three of us were all in the room.

I glanced at my aunt; her eyes were full of pity for him.

I said, "I'm so hungry. Let's go buy breakfast. Auntie, you should have a good talk with this guy." Then I put on my t-shirt,
gestured for my aunt to leave, and closed the door. As soon as I stepped out of the room, I hugged Teacher Zhou tightly. I apologized to her,
saying I shouldn't have been so angry. Teacher Zhou said it was okay, I didn't blame her. Then she kissed me.

I knew that the woman in my arms was like a little bird that had almost been shot by a hunter—lonely, helpless,
weak, and terrified. Only by holding her tightly and passionately returning her kiss could I spare her fear and
pain.

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