My Beautiful Headmistress Mom, Chapter 4

Author: biohazrd
Published: June 29, 2016 on: Forum
First Publication: Yes
Chapter Four: The Back View
As expected, when I got home, I was scolded mercilessly by my mother. Although I was somewhat prepared, I didn't expect that
this time she seemed truly enraged. For the next few days, she had a stern face and didn't give me a kind
look at all. Every time she saw me, she would scold me harshly.
Even my father, who was standing nearby, didn't dare to say a word, and could only secretly comfort me after my mother finished scolding me.
My mother's stern image had already been deeply ingrained in my mind. Faced with her scolding, I could only meekly agree
and dare not utter a word of rebuttal, letting my mother scold me endlessly.
More than a week passed. This week I behaved better. Although I was still daydreaming in class and
couldn't concentrate, at least I didn't sleep or do any other disciplinary problems. This calmed my mother's anger considerably
; she wasn't constantly glaring at me anymore. Even though she still didn't speak to me first, she
started calling my name at mealtimes. Knowing my mother's temper, I knew this was a sign that she was beginning to forgive me.
After all, no matter how angry she was, she couldn't hold a grudge against me forever. Besides, my mother was strict with me only
because she wanted me to be a useful person.
One morning, I woke up to find it was already 7:40. Seeing the minute hand on the clock pointing directly to
the number eight, I jumped out of bed in fright and hurriedly dressed, running to the bathroom.
After quickly washing up, I didn't even bother with breakfast, grabbing two steamed buns and soy milk before
rushing out the door with my schoolbag.
I ran all the way, finally arriving at school before the bell rang. I almost missed school! You know, at this school,
even sleeping in class can get you dragged to the disciplinary office, so being late is a serious matter too. I would be dragged to the disciplinary office again,
and if my mother, whose anger had barely subsided, saw that I was late and had been taken there, she would definitely give me another scolding. It
might even be worse, since her anger from the last incident hadn't completely died down, and with this one,
she might ask my father to punish me when she got home.
Just thinking about the pain of being whipped with a belt by my father when I was a child made me feel as cold as ice, and the shadow in my heart
was stirred up again.
Just as I entered the stairwell, a beautiful figure passed by me, and a faint fragrance drew my
attention, making me turn around to look. The figure had already gone far away, and I could only see a mature back in the distance
. All that remained for me was the last glimpse of her incredibly perky, full, and sexy buttocks,
the scenery of her swaying under her skirt and slender waist.
Unlike my mother's traditional seriousness and Aunt Wen's gentle sexiness, that back view gave me a dignified and generous
mature charm. I was intoxicated by this charming style and couldn't pull myself away for a long time.
During class, I kept thinking about who that beautiful figure was. The school isn't that big, but I
've been here for almost three years, and this was the first time I'd seen such a stranger. Could she be someone from out of town on business?
I spent the whole class lost in thought, but not as much as when I saw Aunt Wen's underwear or my mother's
exposed skin—not the kind of uncontrollable rush of blood to my head and constant fantasies that led me to do something inappropriate.
This was all thanks to the AV DVDs Xu Pangzi gave me, burned to my computer. Although we don't have a computer at home,
we do have a DVD player. These past few days, whenever my parents weren't home, I'd secretly take them out and play them. And now that
I've learned to masturbate, I've finally found an outlet for my desires. Having released them, I no longer get so
aroused and hot whenever I see a woman's private parts. You all know my penis; when it's
erect, it practically bulges my pants into a pyramid. It would be really embarrassing if someone saw that.
You can't just suppress desires; you need to release and channel them appropriately. Otherwise, it will eventually lead to
problems, especially with sexual desire. For a hot-blooded young man like me with excessive yang energy, my libido is
dozens of times stronger than that of my peers. Long-term suppression can even cause unpredictable damage to the body, potentially leading to
erectile dysfunction later on.
Honestly, Japanese adult videos have truly benefited countless young people. Due to the country's circumstances,
there has always been a feudalistic mindset in this area. This has resulted in many teenagers not gaining sufficient
understanding at this stage. The curiosity about women during adolescence, coupled with physical desires, has led many young people down
the path of rape. Just look at the surge in rape cases after Kuaibo was banned; this
speaks volumes.
In a sense, the Japanese pornography industry has saved countless teenagers from
turning to crime. Here, I want to thank the great contributions of all the Japanese adult film actresses and actors.
And I also gained a lot of knowledge about women from it, finally no longer that clueless boy
, which also meant that one of the few remaining teenagers in this century who didn't even know how to masturbate was gone. They're
even rarer than giant pandas!
The second period was PE. After being dismissed, I sat in the stands of the soccer field to cool off. As
for why I didn't participate in sports, I grew up practicing martial arts, so these sports
were child's play for me. The real reason was that ever since I played basketball in the first year of junior high
, taking on the best players from five classes at once, scoring an astonishing 40-0 in ten minutes, even
ending with a slam dunk, they never played with me again. The other students, after witnessing my performance, didn't
dare let me steal their thunder.
These middle school boys are all trying to attract the girls' attention with their flashy performances on the basketball court.
Playing against me is just asking for trouble; I'd completely crush them . When the girls see me compared to them,
they'd be utterly humiliated. What would
become of their school then? So, I was honorably ostracized by all the boys in my class for sports. Unfortunately,
sometimes being too outstanding really does breed jealousy. Therefore, after a few times, I simply found a quiet spot during every PE class
, gazed at the blue sky and white clouds, and lamented my life.
Of course, I was only in junior high, how could I possibly understand anything about life? I was just showing off.
You ask me why, with my athletic prowess and decent looks, no girls wrote me love letters? It's
because I'm low-key! That basketball game where I humiliated them so badly, how could they possibly
brag about it? Only a few girls actually saw the game, and they
told other girls about it afterward, but not many believed them. Plus, in a prestigious school like No. 1 Middle School with strict discipline, the girls
are generally well-mannered and cultured. And junior high girls are usually quite shy; they don't have the courage to
write love letters.
I sat on the stone steps, leaning back against the next step. I recalled
that haunting figure I encountered on the stairs, that figure that I couldn't shake off.
I always felt I would meet her somewhere again someday.
Just as I was quietly lost in thought, a very authoritative voice came from not far away. I
recognized the voice; I heard it all day long. Curious, I got up to see what was happening. I saw my mother, dressed in a traditional business suit,
long black trousers and flat shoes, walking towards the soccer field, followed by several students.
She gestured with her finger, as if saying something, then suddenly turned around and saw the students still standing there unmoved
. She then glared at them with a fierce, piercing gaze, which
frightened the students so much that they took off running.
Of course, they weren't running away—they wouldn't dare—they
ran towards the running track surrounding the soccer field. Nowadays, soccer fields are designed to be integrated with the running track, saving land and providing
a buffer zone to prevent the ball from flying out and hitting people. Generally, if the soccer field is well
-designed, the running track around it is about 800 to 1000 meters long. Our high school's football
field was built to resemble a real match field, and many city-wide middle school football tournaments have been held here.
It's naturally a very standard field.
During our first PE class after entering school, the PE teacher told us the track was one kilometer long.
If I'm not mistaken, those students were the ones who were late today. Ever since my mother became the school's
dean of students' discipline, the entire high school has been filled with complaints and lamentations, with students frequently called into the student affairs office. Those
problem students have been completely subdued, forgetting even how to resist.
Being late isn't considered a serious offense, but in my mother's view, lacking a sense of time is
a sign of a lack of seriousness towards studies, work, and life. Therefore, after my mother became the dean of students' discipline, she took charge
of school discipline. She issued new rules: for the first three times of lateness, without notifying parents, the student would run
ten laps around the football field. A fourth time would be considered insubordination, requiring parents to be notified and a warning given.
What was most terrifying was that Mom never cared whether you were a boy or a girl; she treated everyone the same once you made a mistake.
However, considering the girls' physical limitations, running ten laps was a bit too much. While Mom was cruel, she didn't abuse
her students; for girls, she relaxed it to seven laps. But an 800-meter track, seven laps is 5400 meters,
over five kilometers, still a severe test for girls.
This harsh punishment was somewhat inhumane, especially since Mom was the vice-principal and now in charge of discipline.
So she bypassed the school entirely. She had the authority to make this decision on her own. And Mom's decision
wasn't just for students; teachers were also included. Teachers, as role models, had to set an example; if
they weren't in the classroom when the bell rang, they would have fifty yuan deducted from their salary.
From then on, Mom was a source of fear and dread at school. Both teachers and students would avoid her
whenever they saw her. Privately, the nickname "Extinction Master" for Mom spread,
causing a stir on campus. There were even rumors that "wherever Extinction goes, the wind and clouds will change color,
countless people will die, corpses will lie everywhere, and humanity will be wiped out."
This rumor was quickly accepted by many teachers and students at the school. Because the terror of my mother was deeply ingrained in everyone's
minds.
Seeing the male students sweating profusely and still staggering along the track, I suddenly felt a little
fortunate that I had made it to school today. Otherwise, I would be the one running, or even
worse, I would get another scolding when I got home that night.
Don't think you can escape this late running punishment, because Mom will be watching you the whole time. You have to finish
before you can leave. If you force yourself to run halfway, expect your parents to be called in and a warning. Perhaps if Mom is in a
bad mood, she might even give you a demerit.
I looked down at my mother from the stands. Although she was completely covered up
, her good figure couldn't be hidden. The way her clothes were stretched so tight around her chest and hips, almost
bursting, told me what was going on. Only I knew that beneath my mother's old-fashioned clothes lay a stunningly
beautiful woman. Well, it seems my father knew too, and even more so than I did.
And my mother's fair skin was more delicate than a baby's; you couldn't tell she was
approaching middle age. She looked like a woman in her early twenties at most. It's just a shame those thick-
rimmed glasses completely obscured her beauty. Even just comparing their skin, I could make countless young girls
ashamed to death.
I couldn't help but compare my mother to Aunt Wen, and to the dignified and elegant figure I saw this morning
, and found I really couldn't tell who was more beautiful. Perhaps I just didn't know them well enough
.
The boys, after running ten laps, were practically half-dead, collapsing on the football field, gasping
for breath. Ten laps is equivalent to eight kilometers. I think it's truly remarkable that these students managed to endure it.
I wonder if they'll have a new perspective on life after this experience.
As for whether they'll really change their ways, that's hard to say. But Mom won't
let them off so easily. Knowing Mom as I do, running ten laps is just a prelude, letting your body deeply remember this
lesson. The mental torment hasn't even begun yet.
Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, several students who had been lying there like dead fish were forcibly woken up by
their mothers and led towards the disciplinary office. It seemed the real torture was just beginning. I was certain that
after this, these students would never dare to be late again, and would even arrive earlier than anyone else.
And I was right. After this hellish ordeal, these students suddenly
had a drastic change in their outlook on life. From then on, not only did they never arrive late again, but they were also
the first to arrive in their class every day. Since they arrived so early and had nothing to do, they could only pass the time by flipping through their textbooks. Over time,
unexpectedly, several of them were admitted to prestigious key universities in the country with outstanding grades, causing quite a stir
.
Later, their parents even came to the school in person to thank my mother. This incident almost caused a sensation in the entire higher education community,
further enhancing the reputation of No. 1 High School. For a time, it was unparalleled in its fame, even surpassing No. 2 High School, which was second only to No. 1 High School
. This further enhanced my mother's reputation in the education field, as parents eager for their
children to succeed flocked to send them to the top high school, some even fighting over a single spot. This attracted significant public attention. But
that's another story.
At noon, after finishing my lunch at the school cafeteria, I prepared to return to my classroom for a nap. The county-level city where I live
isn't particularly large or small. Therefore, the school has a cafeteria to make it convenient for students who live far away or board at
the school, so they don't have to rush home and back in the afternoon. That would be too time-consuming and unsafe
. Since my father is often away from home and my mother is the school principal,
I usually eat lunch at school unless it's a holiday. Of course, my mother does the same.
There's an hour-long break at noon; besides the fifteen minutes for eating, there's still more than half an hour to
take a good nap. Just as I entered the hallway, I heard a familiar voice call out to me.
I saw Fatty Xu walking towards me.
"Hey, you lewd Feng."
"Fatty Xu?" Fatty Xu and I are on different floors; mine is on the third floor, and his is on the fourth
. It's usually really hard to run into each other unless one of us comes looking for the other.
"You look so listless. Have you been 'overworking' lately?" Fatty Xu
said with a slightly lewd smile. "Health is the foundation of everything, you need to be moderate."
"Get lost! I think you're the one who needs to be moderate. Watching that stuff all day long, you'll die of exhaustion sooner or later."
Fatty Xu gave me a disdainful look. "Tch, I don't believe you haven't watched those DVDs I gave you."
I was about to deny it when Fatty Xu beat me to it. "Brother, we've known each other for so
many years. I know what kind of person you are. If I had to sum you up in one word, it would be 'closet pervert.'
" "Damn it, you're the closet pervert!" I immediately gave Fatty Xu's thick buttocks a light kick.
What a fleshy butt! From childhood to adulthood, I've always loved kicking Fatty Xu's butt. Those bouncy, firm
muscles—if it weren't for its enormous size, it would definitely be sexier than a woman's.
"You dare swear you didn't watch?"
Uh, I was speechless. I couldn't deny it, because I definitely did. And I watched
the whole thing, without even fast-forwarding, without blinking an eye, even ejaculating dozens of times. That's
billions of offspring! Seeing my embarrassed look, even a fool could guess I'd seen it. Fatty Xu immediately
rolled his eyes at me, "Tch…still won't admit you're a repressed pervert."
Knowing I was in the wrong, I simply kept quiet, letting Fatty Xu
mock me. It wasn't the first time. Isn't being best buddies just about teasing each other?
Suddenly, Fatty Xu pulled me to a corner, looking around and lowering his voice. It felt like
we were plotting something.
"What's up? Sneaking around like this?"
"Hehe, of course I have something good to introduce."
"What good thing?" I feigned curiosity. It was just the two of us here, Xu Pangzi and I,
so there was no point in pretending anymore. Anyway, we both knew each other inside and out, maybe like Xu Pangzi said
, just secretly passionate. But I would never admit it.
"I remember I told you last time that I have an online friend in Japan, right? He recently sent me
the latest masterpiece jointly produced by several Japanese AV porn production companies. It's said to be selling like hotcakes in Japan, and he went to great
lengths to get it. It's not available in China yet."
"Pfft, all that stuff, it's still just AV videos."
"You don't understand. AVs have different quality levels. This one not only invited
several of the most famous AV actresses and actors, but also used new shooting technology. The high definition reached 1280p
. Do you know what 1280p means?"
"No," I said honestly. I'm a complete novice in this area, unlike Fatty Xu, who's
a seasoned pro.
"Anyway, the resolution is very high and clear, it'll be a great viewing experience," Fatty Xu said, instantly sporting a fanatical
expression. "I heard my favorite, Karin Yuuki, will be in it this time. Just thinking about finally seeing my idol
's clear, perfect naked body makes my blood boil!"
As he spoke, his body reacted. I noticed his crotch was bulging,
and I said disdainfully, "Don't be so disgusting, okay? Damn, my dick's hard. It's just an AV actress, is it
really that big of a deal?"
Hearing my words, Fatty Xu realized that a small tent had formed between his legs
. But he's always thick-skinned and didn't feel ashamed at all. On the contrary, he straightened his back to show me
his prowess—truly shameless. If we weren't at school and worried about being seen, I would have
pulled out my dick and shown him what true prowess looked like.
"You would never understand the contributions AV actresses have made to the human erotic industry. Forget it
, I can't explain it to someone like you who hasn't completely shed his boyish ways. I'll burn a copy for you when I get home and you'll
see what a masterpiece of this century truly is."
I pouted and said, "When you gave me those DVDs last time, didn't you say they were the most
powerful masterpieces of this century? I guess for you, anything starring Yuuki Karin is a masterpiece of the century."
"Really? I don't remember," Fatty Xu replied, true to form, lying through his teeth. He knew
I couldn't do anything to him, so he just lied. Perhaps embarrassed by my fierce gaze, he
said with a bright smile, "You don't understand. Those last few DVDs were the most powerful masterpieces of this century, while this one is the greatest
masterpiece. They're in different fields.
" "Keep lying. But I'm afraid I can't watch them recently."
"Why?"
"My dad's been on leave lately and will be home most of the time. I'll hardly have any free time to use the DVD player." Because
the DVD player is in the living room, if my dad is home and I watch it there, I'll definitely be caught.
"Oh, I see. That's easy. I can just lend you my tablet."
"No, I'd rather not. What if my mom sees it and says I'm trying to compete with the rich?" Xu Pangzi's family is so
wealthy, and I'm one of his few best friends, so naturally he shares everything with me. For example,
back in elementary school when Nokia phones were just becoming popular, Xu Pangzi gave me one. When
my mom saw it as soon as I got home, she immediately scolded me, saying that friendship should be based on genuine connection, not on material possessions
. She made me return the phone to Xu Pangzi right away.
And when Xu Pangzi came to my house, my mom also lectured him, telling him
not to give me such expensive things again. Sharing good things between good friends is fine, but it shouldn't be excessive
. Xu Pangzi, equally timid and fearful of my mom, naturally didn't dare disobey her. From then on, he
never dared to give me anything expensive again, and even if he did, I wouldn't dare accept it. After all, my mother's authority was truly
terrifying.
"Um..." Speaking of my mother, Fatty Xu hesitated immediately, but he couldn't resist
his desire to corrupt me, so he said, "I'm not giving this to you, I'm just lending it to you, it should be okay..."
He was clearly unsure himself. He continued, "Just be careful, hide it well, don't let your mother see
it, okay?"
I hesitated slightly, unsure whether to accept. My fear of my mother had seeped into my heart, but I couldn't suppress
my restless heart. Just thinking about those AV actresses posing seductively on screen made my heart
burn.
Plato once said—the path to evil is paved; conscience and evil fiercely struggle, and what guides the
good warrior's actions is only faith.
Unfortunately, my faith wasn't firm enough, and in the end, evil defeated my conscience, and I accepted Fatty Xu's tablet
. I never thought that one day something could break my fear of my mother.
Could this be the beginning of my downfall... or have I already embarked on the path of depravity? Who knew that
the gears of fate had already begun to turn…
To be continued… Stay tuned…
[Thanks again to "Gui Lai Xi" for the comment post. I read your speculations about the plot, and you all thought
I would first develop Aunt Wen's storyline, or imitate the direction of my MM teacher. To that, I can only say that you
experienced drivers are a little too honest with your routines. As the saying goes, routines are easy to guess, but sincerity is rare.
The highest level I've always admired is a sincere routine. Actually, I've only conceived one of the storylines so far.
As for whether it's Aunt Wen, you'll find out as you read on.]
[Honestly, I really enjoy seeing you guess the plot; it motivates me to continue writing. I've
planted many foreshadowing elements in the story. I don't know if you'll find them, but it's okay if you don't; they'll be
revealed slowly later.] Feel free to guess my plot twists, since I've only finalized one storyline yet,
and I don't know how to write the rest of the main storylines. I can find inspiration from your comments.
[Regarding the question about my female teacher trope, it's actually similar to fantasy novels—the underdog story, the golden
finger—you see those in many novels, don't you? Is that plagiarism?] No, it's just that predecessors
have already traversed all the possible paths, making it extremely difficult to conceive of a new direction. We can only
continue along the paths laid out by our predecessors; there's nothing we can do about it.
[Regarding the issue of the pig's feet and penis, when I was writing, I originally intended to describe the upper and lower
surfaces together as 12 centimeters, but for some reason it was typed that way. I only realized it after seeing your comments
. I wanted to change it but was afraid of messing up the layout for the administrators, so I left it as is. You just need to understand the meaning.
]
[Also, the main plot of this story hasn't even started to be developed yet. I'm still thinking about how to write it with depth
, to give you a sense of suspense. But don't worry, it definitely won't go into any immortal or demonic aspects,
and there won't even be any superpowers. It's just an ordinary, utterly ordinary, chaotic story.]
[My motivation comes from your replies. I hope you can leave a comment after reading, whether it's an opinion or
criticism. An author can't grow without external criticism. If you want
me to continue writing better, please give me more feedback.]
[Finally, hehe, I still hope the administrator can help me out. It seems I really can't learn how to format
. Maybe this thing is just not my style.]

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