[Stories from a Sports School] Author: Unknown

The Story of the Sports School
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 21764
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(I) Another Opportunity Arrives
The Yangtze River flows through it, and the Han River runs through it, hence the name Jiangcheng (River City).
Abundant water resources irrigate the fertile land, and the fertile land nurtures generations of Jiangcheng people.
In the city center, inside the Jiangcheng Sports School, in the director's office.
A middle-aged man, about 45 years old, sat in his office chair. Although tall, he was slightly overweight
, holding a document in his hand and reading it, a lewd smile playing on his lips.
He was Hu Changjiang, the director of the Jiangcheng Sports School. Judging from his name, he was a native of Jiangcheng.
In his youth, he was the main forward for the Jiangcheng basketball team,
making great contributions to the team's four national basketball championships.
Due to his strong skills and outstanding performance, he was also selected for the national team, representing China in the Asian Games and the Olympic Games
. After retiring, he served as the head coach of the Jiangcheng City professional basketball team for several years, and later worked for the Jiangcheng City Sports Association
. A few years ago, when the former director of the Jiangcheng City Sports School retired, he volunteered to transfer to the school to take
charge.
He was insightful and resourceful. Recent professional sports reforms have attracted large sums of money to
the sports industry, especially the three major ball sports—football, basketball, and volleyball—which have become hot investment targets for businesses.
Players' incomes have also risen dramatically, several orders of magnitude higher than before.
Therefore, parents hoping to make their children stars, get rich, and bring honor to their families are doing everything they can
to send their children to sports schools. Hu Changjiang saw this as a new source of income.
Although the work at the Sports Association was easy and the income stable, his insignificant position offered little opportunity for personal gain. It was much
easier to become a leader at the sports school, and with his previous connections at the Sports Association, the path to wealth would be
much smoother.
He was originally only greedy for money, not for women. His wife was originally beautiful, gentle, virtuous, and skilled in bed, which
he was quite content with. Upon taking office as the director of the sports school, he only secretly amassed wealth to
"improve the lives" of himself and his family, never entertaining any sexual advances. His beautiful secretary in the next office, seeking a promotion,
repeatedly tried to seduce him, but he refused each time.
However, not long after, about a year and a half later, his wife's attitude suddenly took a
complete 180-degree turn. She became cold and indifferent, ignoring his needs and refusing to meet his demands at night, leaving Old Hu feeling incredibly
frustrated. Moreover, his wife refused to explain herself, as if saying even a single word would be too much trouble and
would only lead to an argument.
Finally, Old Hu reluctantly began an affair with the secretary. It was that affair that ignited
the primal beast hidden deep within Old Hu, and it became uncontrollable.
With increasing experience, having exhausted the school's "available resources," he gradually turned his attention to
the parents of students at the sports school. Every time the province came to select high-level athletes for the provincial team, it was his prime time to make his moves.
The document he held in his hand was a "Notice on Doing a Good Job in the Selection of Reserve Talents for the Provincial Football Team
." His opportunity had come again.
He pressed the phone button and said, "Secretary Fang, convene a meeting of relevant personnel from the football team at 3:00 PM
to convey the spirit of the provincial document on 'Doing a Good Job in the Selection of Reserve Talents for the Provincial Football Team,' especially regarding
the football coaches; not a single one can be absent." Then he seemed to be lost in endless daydreams—no, he was
plotting.
Secretary Fang's name was Fang Jian, a man just 30 years old. He himself had graduated from the sports school's football department,
but his skill level was average; he wasn't selected for the provincial team, only playing as a substitute for the city team for a few years before abruptly ending his professional career . He
used some connections to get a teaching position at the school.
He appeared upright on the surface, but was secretly not very serious, which caused many teachers to have complaints about him.
However, this perfectly suited Lao Hu's requirements. While a pretty female secretary could boost work enthusiasm, it could also
easily attract gossip, so he made an exception and promoted Xiao Fang to secretary.
Most importantly, Xiao Fang could "directly handle" many matters, avoiding some
unnecessary trouble for Lao Hu.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Hu arrived at his office on time. After resting with his eyes closed for a while, he finally heard
a knock on the door.
"Director Hu, it's almost time for the meeting." It was Secretary Fang's voice.
"Oh, Xiao Fang, wait a moment, I'll be right there." Lao Hu straightened his clothes, grabbed a few documents, and
left the office, accompanied by Xiao Fang, to the conference room.
"Everyone, please sit down. Let's get started. I think Secretary Fang has already
conveyed the content of this meeting. The Provincial Sports Commission
attaches great importance to this selection of young provincial football players. Director Liu will personally come to inspect and supervise the work. I hope everyone will
complete the province's task in a fair, just, and open manner."
"Hmph, it's Director Liu again," someone muttered under their breath.
Old Hu looked in the direction of the voice and saw his thorn in the side, Teacher Wang, Wang Jianye. This Teacher Wang was rigid and inflexible
, and even in his early forties, he was still a football teacher. Old Hu had been annoyed with him since taking office, and
had asked him for help and cooperation on many occasions, but he just wouldn't do him any favors. Unfortunately, Teacher Wang hadn't made any mistakes in his work
and was a "veteran" who had worked at the school for more than ten years, so Old Hu couldn't do anything about him for the time being.
"Don't let me find any fault with you, or I'll kill you," Old Hu thought to himself, but outwardly he just
smiled disdainfully and continued, "For this selection process, the school plans to establish a selection team, composed of
recommendations and assessments from all the football instructors and Secretary Fang. Secretary Fang will be the team leader, and the selection results will be reviewed by me before being reported
to Director Liu in the province."
"Why is Secretary Fang involved in the recommendation and assessment? Isn't that within his responsibilities?" It
was Teacher Wang who raised the question.
Old Hu scanned the attendees; everyone else lowered their heads, only Teacher Wang remained upright and proud.
Old Hu then said, "Secretary Fang is an upright person, and he used to work in the football department,
so he's familiar with the entire selection process. The reason I arranged for him to participate in the assessment is mainly to supervise the entire process." Actually, everyone knew that Old Hu
had no trustworthy subordinates in the football department; if he wanted to gain benefits, he could only force Secretary Fang in.
Teacher Wang wanted to argue again, but the teachers beside him gave him meaningful glances, so he swallowed his words.
Old Hu smiled contemptuously again, gave some more instructions, ended the meeting, and led Secretary Fang
into his office.
"Secretary Fang, do you have any suggestions for this assessment?" Old Hu sat down, took a sip of tea, and asked.
"This exam concerns the future of all the students in the football department; it may be a major turning
point in their lives. Considering that they are all minors, the specific details of this assessment should be communicated to each student
's guardian."
"Of course, it's necessary to hold a parents' meeting so that parents can help their children make a decision."
Although he said this, what he really thought was, "If I don't inform you parents, how
will I get any benefits?" Then she added, "This parent-teacher meeting will be handled by you. I'll just attend, but I won't speak
, to avoid any gossip."
Secretary Fang received the instructions and left.
The parent-teacher meeting was held as scheduled that weekend. Because the importance of the selection had been explained to the students beforehand,
the children were quite nervous and immediately informed their parents, making the parents even more anxious. Attendance
was almost 100%, with some students' parents even coming.
Secretary Fang first introduced the teachers and administrative staff on stage to the parents. When it was Director Hu's turn,
her voice was particularly loud, which pleased Director Hu greatly. Afterwards, Secretary Fang
explained all the details of the selection process to the parents one by one. Old Hu glanced around at the parents below the stage, thinking to himself, "Hmm,
the parents of the soccer club are really good. It seems we'll get quite a bit out of this meeting."
About an hour and a half later, Secretary Fang, drenched in sweat and parched, said, "That concludes
the agenda for this meeting. If there are no further questions, we can adjourn. Please go back and discuss it with your children
." He then grabbed a bottle of water and gulped it down, glancing at Director Hu, hoping
for an approving look.
Instead, Director Hu glared at him angrily. Realizing his mistake, he quickly added, "If any parents have further
questions, please come to Director Hu's office for a detailed discussion." Looking at Director Hu again, he saw that Director Hu nodded in satisfaction.
As the parents gradually dispersed and most of the teachers on the stage left, Director Hu finally stood up, patted Secretary Fang
on the shoulder, and said, "You did a good job this time." Secretary Fang quickly replied, "Not at all, not at all. I've been working with Director Hu
for almost two years, and I still have quite a few mistakes in my work. I'll need Director Hu's guidance in the future." With that,
she meekly followed Director Hu to the office.
Secretary Fang's final hint at the parents' meeting was indeed very effective; many parents were already waiting for
Director Hu outside the office. Director Hu nodded to everyone while observing the parents. Most were dressed in expensive clothes and
wore bright jewelry, clearly wealthy.
Suddenly, a plainly dressed female parent caught Director Hu's attention. She wore a simple white blouse and
a light red skirt, without much embellishment, and carried an extremely ordinary brown leather bag.
Despite her extremely ordinary attire, the woman caught Old Hu's attention. She was tall
and slender, with fair skin, delicate features, and a captivating cherry-like mouth.
When their eyes met, she blushed slightly, shyly lowering her head, almost causing Old Hu to lose control and pounce
on her. The only slight drawback was her small bust, but even so, she
stood out like a fairy descended from heaven.
When Old Hu arrived at the office door, the parents had already crowded around, except for the woman, who remained in place, seemingly
hesitant. Old Hu turned to the parents and said, "Parents, please have any questions. I will patiently
answer them all. Secretary Fang, please arrange things and maintain order."
"Yes, parents. Please line up one by one. Director Hu will do his best to
resolve your questions today."
The parents jostled and lined up, and the "fairy," still with her head down, slowly moved to the last position in line.
"Now, please mark your order and come in one by one. If it's not your turn yet, please
sit down on the bench in the corridor and wait. Thank you for your cooperation. Please, first parent, come in."
The first person to enter was a middle-aged man. After sitting down, he said, "Director Hu, my surname is Bi, and I am
the father of Wang Peicai, a first-year high school soccer player. I'm a businessman and prefer to get straight to the point."
Seeing that this man had an impressive air about him and hearing that he was a businessman, Old Hu quickly nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Wang, please speak frankly."
"I own tea companies in Beijing, Shanghai, and this city, and the businesses are doing quite well. I originally wanted
my son to study business and inherit my company, but this kid just happens to love playing soccer. He even argued with me, threatening
to run away from home if I didn't let him play. You know, he's my only precious son. Could I let him
run away from home? I had no choice but to give in and let him get into your school. Regarding this selection, I've already discussed it with him
. If he gets selected, I'll let him continue playing; if not, he'll obediently drop out and study
business. That's why I specifically came to see Director Hu this time, hoping that Director Hu could help me give up my son's
daydream of playing soccer."
At this point, Director Hu and Secretary Fang looked at each other in astonishment.
Countless parents had asked them for help getting their children selected before, but this was the first time someone had asked them to help a child who had failed to get selected. However, Director Hu and Secretary Fang reconsidered
. "Perfect! I'll do you a favor, get a little something in return, and you'll free up a spot for me. Why
not?"
Happy as they were, they still had to keep up the act. Director Hu frowned and said, "Since Wang Peicai himself wants to play football
, we hope to respect his wishes. Of course, this still depends on ability; if he's eliminated through the assessment,
there's nothing we can do."
As a businessman, how could he not understand the implication? But seeing Secretary Fang present, he hesitated.
"Secretary Fang is one of us, Mr. Wang, please feel free to speak your mind."
Mr. Wang hurriedly took out a box of tea and a bulging envelope from his briefcase and said in a low voice, "Here
are two catties of genuine Longjing tea from the southwestern hills near West Lake in Hangzhou, and 5,000 yuan. If things go well,
I will certainly reward you."
Old Hu was overjoyed, thinking to himself, "He really is a businessman, so generous." He said, "Mr. Wang
's love for his son is truly touching. I also have a son, who, like your son, doesn't understand parental love.
Young people these days are really naughty and ignorant. Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I will do my best to help you."
"Thank you, Director Hu. I won't bother you any longer, farewell."
"Alright, take care. I still have parents to meet, so I won't see you off."
"Hmm, please wait."
As soon as they saw someone come out of the office, the parents immediately surrounded him again. Secretary Fang had no choice but to step in and
say, "Please take your time, one by one, don't rush." "
And so, the next few people, although two were female parents, still brought money and gifts, which
annoyed Old Hu. Even though he accepted the money, Old Hu was already somewhat dissatisfied with his lower body. 'It's been so long since I've been
satisfied!' Old Hu seemed to hear the complaint in his groin.
Suddenly, he thought of the 'fairy' he had just seen, and his lower body immediately hardened. He thought to himself, 'Judging from
her clothes, her family's financial situation probably isn't very good. Maybe I'll have a chance. She's a respectable woman; it's been so long since I've tasted
that kind of pleasure.
' Just then, 'Director Hu, hello.' A clear, bird-like voice entered Old Hu's ears.
He looked up and was startled again. This woman, while not as beautiful as the 'fairy,' was still a top-tier woman
."
He hurriedly replied, "What is your surname, Miss?"
"My surname is Chen, Director Hu, please call me Chen Qian. I am the mother of Chen Jiahua, a second-year high school student in the soccer team.
I divorced his father when Jiahua was four years old, and afterwards I changed his surname and raised him alone
."
"Oh, Miss Chen, you've really had a tough time. It hasn't been easy."
"I was both his father and mother, raising him and also taking care of his education and employment, ensuring he had a good future and a good
job. That's why I specifically wanted to ask Director Hu for help this time."
Old Hu observed that this woman was well-maintained, appearing to be only in her early thirties. Although divorced, she was voluptuous,
suggesting she had been with men for a long time. Therefore, he deduced that she was no pushover and, already having a good understanding of her situation, said, "Miss Chen
, given your circumstances, I should do my best to help. However, this assessment is very strict, with people from the province personally supervising.
I'm afraid I may be willing but unable to help."
"You must help us, a widow and her child!" Miss Chen seemed about to cry.
"This matter is somewhat tricky, but it's not without room for action. How about this, let me think about it first. If
Miss Chen is free tonight, please come to my office to discuss the details further, how about that?"
"This, this, alright then."
"Okay, 7 pm, I'll wait for Miss Chen here. I won't see you off then, please take care." He thought to himself, " Just wait until
tonight, I'll expose your true colors as a slut." "
There was some more gossip in between, but let's not go into it.
Around 6 pm, it was finally the last parent's turn. Old Hu was quite tired at this point,
rubbing his temples. But when he finally saw his 'fairy' enter, he perked up again.
The 'fairy' still walked in with her head down, unhurriedly. Old Hu couldn't wait any longer, rushing forward
to pull out a chair for her, saying, 'Please sit down, please sit down.' Secretary Fang was also somewhat surprised.
The 'fairy' looked quite flattered, quickly thanked him, and sat down as she spoke." But at this moment,
Old Hu, standing beside her, was already captivated by her faint fragrance. If Secretary Fang hadn't coughed, he would
have already drifted into a dream.
"Where does this young lady work?" Before the "fairy" could speak, Director Hu had already taken the initiative to ask
.
"My surname is Yang, my name is Yang Yiru, and I'm the mother of Tang Can, who is in the second year of junior high school. I'm currently a Chinese language
teacher at the Third Middle School in the city." "
Oh, a teacher, huh? That makes things easier. If you have any
questions about this selection, please feel free to ask, and I'll do my best to answer them."
"I... I'd like to know what the chances are of Tang Can being selected."
"Secretary Fang, do you know anything about Tang Can's personal situation?"
"Oh, I know a little. Miss Yang, forgive my bluntness, but although Tang Can has good ball skills and outstanding technique,
he's too thin and has some stamina issues. You should know that without physical strength and stamina,
one can't fully utilize their technical advantages. I estimate his chances of being selected are slim."
"Miss Yang, that's not necessarily true. Nothing is absolute. I still have some connections in the province. If I
can smooth things over, it should be quite possible." Old Hu knew that with respectable women like this, as long as
it came down to self-interest, there were usually no problems.
"Well, well, it takes money to smooth things over, right? To be honest, my husband
teaches at the same school as me, and our family's financial situation isn't good." At this moment, Yang Yiru finally looked up, her charming
face making Old Hu even more aroused.
"It doesn't necessarily have to be money," Old Hu finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up, walked to Yang Yiru's side, put one hand
on her shoulder, and supported himself on the table with the other, saying, "There are many other things I can do to help you smooth things over." 　　Yang
Yiru was educated; how could she not understand his meaning? She shrank back, stood up as well, and only said
, "I won't trouble Director Hu," before hurriedly leaving and running away as fast as she could. (II) 　　On the way home, Yang Yiru was in a state of turmoil. Her son, influenced by his father from a young age, loved football. However, 　　his father only liked watching football; he never missed the European football leagues every weekend, but he wasn't active 　　and rarely played. The son was even more so; he started playing with a ball at the age of three and 　　would chase it around every day, either at home or downstairs.

So, at the age of six, he absolutely refused to go to a regular primary school, insisting on going to a sports school. This led
to a cold war at home, with her son ignoring Yang Yiru for a full two weeks.
The stalemate didn't last long. First, her husband stepped in, expressing his support for their son and trying to
persuade her, saying there were many paths to success, not just academic pursuits, appealing to her reason
and emotions; he even said that with their excellent genes, their son would be talented in anything
, a combination of persuasion and cajoling.
In the end, she couldn't resist the father and son's insistence and reluctantly went along with them. However, Yang Yiru still set
a condition for her son: since he had chosen to be a professional football player, he must persevere to the end and never
give up halfway.
Now was a crucial moment in her son's football career; it would be a great pity to give up easily at this point .
But with her family not being wealthy, did she really want to sacrifice her health for her son's future? No, absolutely
not! I'm a teacher; I can't do anything unethical.
Suddenly, she spotted a familiar figure—wasn't that
the parent she'd seen outside the office that afternoon? Why was she rushing back to school?
In the school office, Old Hu leaned back in his chair, resting. Secretary Fang made him a cup of tea and said, "It's almost 7 o'clock,
I'll head back now."
"Okay, go ahead. You've had a hard day. Be careful on the road." Hearing it was almost 7, Old Hu perked
up, took a sip of tea, and said, seemingly urging Secretary Fang to hurry and not delay his plans.
A few minutes later, the sound of hurried high heels echoed down the corridor. Old Hu knew his prey had finally
arrived. He hurriedly got up, but accidentally bumped his knee on the table. He limped open the door, forcing
a smile, and said, "Miss Chen is here! Please come in, please come in."
"Oh, what happened? What happened to your leg?"
"I bumped it by accident, it's nothing, it's nothing."
"We're both middle-aged now, you need to take care of your health. Come, sit on the sofa, I'll give you a massage."
Old Hu was secretly delighted, but didn't show it, flattering her, "I am indeed middle-aged, but Miss Chen
still looks so young and beautiful, like a young woman around 25."
"Director Hu, please don't laugh at me. Does it hurt here? I'm going to start the massage now."
At this moment, Chen Qian sat on the sofa, and Old Hu placed his leg on top of Chen Qian's leg, lying down on the sofa. As he massaged, Old Hu became restless, his calf constantly rubbing against Chen Qian's thigh, his hand 　　exploring
Chen Qian's waist . 　　"Don't rush," she said, shoving Lao Hu's hand 　　away. "The massage isn't over yet." She continued massaging Lao Hu's groin. 　　Lao Hu hadn't been with a woman for a while, and he couldn't resist this stimulation. He impatiently 　　pounced on Chen Qian on the sofa, saying, "My third leg hurts even more now." He then removed Chen Qian's 　　floral coat, revealing a white lace bra that covered her full, firm breasts. 　　Because it was a back-fastening bra, Lao Hu frantically reached behind Chen Qian to try and unfasten it, but 　　he was too impatient and failed. So he frantically pushed the bra up, revealing two lively breasts 　　. Lao Hu's breathing quickened noticeably. He vigorously rubbed them a few times, then buried his head deeply in their cleavage 　　, greedily licking them. 　　Although Chen Qian was a wanton woman, under such strong teasing, she quickly got into the mood, coquettishly cursing, 　　"Be gentle, old man, ah..." 　　It turned out that Lao Hu's hands weren't idle either; he had already lifted Chen Qian's skirt and touched her mysterious triangle 　　area. 　　"Oh, you're all wet? Want it?" 　　"Who wants it, you rascal." 　　"Even if you want it, I won't give it to you." Saying this, he roughly ripped off Chen Qian's panties, stepped back, and 　　buried his head in the bushes again. 　　"Don't lick, don't lick, ah, ah..." Another soft moan escaped her lips. 　　Lao Hu finally raised his head, quickly took off his clothes and pants, pulled out his already erect penis, and 　　tapped it repeatedly against Chen Qian's wet vulva. 　　The wanton woman couldn't withstand such teasing; each tap felt like penetration, sending electric shocks through her body 　　. "Hurry up, I can't take it anymore, hurry up!" 　　"Are you begging me? Sigh, I'm not feeling well today either, looks like I can't hold on for long, so I'll just go along with you." 　　With that, he spread Chen Qian's thighs, thrusting his lower body forcefully, and with a "squelch," it went all the way 　　in. Chen Qian instinctively grabbed the sofa with both hands, as if she knew the violent impact was coming, and let out a soft "Ah..." 　　At first, Old Hu was just slowly thrusting in and out, the speed was slow but the strength was not weak, and each thrust 　　was more powerful than the last, as if each one was going to break through her flower core. After forty or fifty thrusts, Chen Qian's lower body 　　became more and more wet, and the friction of the wetness made a constant "squelch, squelch" sound. 　　"Ah...ah...ahhhhh...ouch...ah..." Chen Qian's moans had turned into short 　　, soft cries, her head kept tilting upwards, and her buttocks were also forcefully meeting his thrusts. 　　"Come on, let's change positions," Old Hu said, pulling out his penis, which seemed to be glued to Chen Qian's lower body. "Ah!" Chen Qian 　　cried out softly again. 　　This time, Old Hu lifted Chen Qian's legs and placed them on his shoulders, parted her slightly darkened labia with his hands, 　　and thrust his penis in again. Old Hu thought that his body was already starting to give out, so he might as well 　　go even harder. He placed his hands on Chen Qian's waist, almost holding her body to match his 　　thrusts. Although Chen Qian had seduced many men since her divorce, he 　　had never tasted a man with a background as a professional athlete. Although Old Hu's body was not what it used to be, his strength was still enough to make Chen Qian ecstatic. 　　The speed of his thrusts increased, but the strength remained undiminished. After more than a hundred thrusts, Old Hu shouted, " 　　Fuck... I'll fuck you to death..." and ejaculated thick streams of semen into Chen Qian's body. 　　"Are you satisfied? Sorry, I haven't practiced much lately, I was a bit fast this time," Old Hu glanced at the clock and said, 　　"Only 45 minutes." It seems he's not as good as before; the signs of age are gradually becoming apparent.

Of course, he couldn't say it to Chen Qian's face, so he had to keep it to himself. Old Hu sighed and stood up.
Although Chen Qian was already exhausted, she was still startled by his words. Although it had been 45 minutes
, it felt like only 10 minutes had passed. The pleasure and orgasm always seemed so fleeting.
She felt like she could never be satisfied.
"Here, wipe yourself off." Old Hu handed her some tissues.
The two wiped themselves off, got dressed, and Chen Qian asked, "Is there a problem with my son's matter?"
"Not yet, but before the final list is released, anything can happen. It depends on your performance in the future."
After saying that, he rubbed Chen Qian's full breasts a few more times.
"You rascal!" Chen Qian didn't back down either, slapping his penis twice before reluctantly leaving.
Meanwhile, Yang Yiru finally returned home after struggling with her thoughts. The door was opened by her lively and adorable son.
Her husband, Tang Chengang, who was cooking, also came out to greet her, anxiously asking, "How did it go? How did the talk with Director Hu go?
Is there any hope?"
Yang Yiru tried to force a smile, but she couldn't. She didn't want to deceive her son and husband.
She squatted down, hugged her son, and sobbed, "Son, Director Hu said that with your abilities, it's difficult for you to be selected. Maybe
we should give up. Dad and Mom will arrange for you to come to our school, so it will be easier for us to take care of you."
"No, no, I won't! I want to play football! Mom taught me never to give up halfway and
to persevere no matter what difficulties I encounter. Now, I haven't given up, but Mom is the one who doesn't want to try anymore. I won't do it!
I must get into the provincial team! They say my physique isn't good enough? Then starting tomorrow, I'll work even harder on my physical training
. Anyway, there's still at least a week until the selection, I'll definitely make it in time." Her son stubbornly broke free from Yang
Yiru's embrace, ran into his room, and locked the door.
Seeing his son angrily return to his room, Tang Chengang pulled Yang Yiru up and whispered, "What's wrong? Did Director Hu
ask for too much money? Although our family isn't wealthy, we can try to borrow some. What price did he ask for?"
Yang Yiru shook her head, said nothing, and silently returned to her room, throwing down her bag and collapsing
onto the bed.
Seeing Yang Yiru's expression, Tang Chengang assumed that Director Hu was asking for too much money,
and that their family couldn't afford it no matter what. He didn't say anything more, sighed, and went back to the kitchen to cook.
Tang Can was still angry and didn't want to eat dinner. Fortunately, his father mentioned that if he didn't eat dinner, he wouldn't have the energy for training the next morning
, so Tang Can lowered his head and reluctantly ate a small bowl. Yang Yiru saw the tear stains on her son's face, and
her heart broke. Yes, her son was right. She had asked him to overcome the difficulties and persevere,
but now she was the one who suggested giving up first. She was truly useless.
After washing up, the couple went to bed early. Tang Chengang comforted Yang Yiru a few more times, then turned over
and went to sleep. Yang Yiru, however, couldn't sleep at all. She felt guilty, but what could she do
? She had no power or influence, so it seemed she could only ask for help. But because Yang Yiru was naturally peaceful and unassuming
, her social circle was relatively small, and she couldn't find many influential people.
Alas, in this desperate situation, it seemed she had no choice but to go to him. There was no time to lose; it was only eight
o'clock, not too late. Having made up her mind, Yang Yiru immediately got out of bed, changed into her usual
black business suit for class, and quietly left.
(III) Yang Yiru Seeks Help from the Principal, Secretary Fang Discovers Incest
The person Yang Yiru was looking for was Principal Gao Dewang of the school where she taught. Although he was only
the principal of a key high school, he was the most suitable person Yang Yiru could find. She thought that Principal
Gao often attended meetings held by the Education Bureau in Jiangcheng, and should have some connections among the school leaders. Perhaps
she could find someone through these connections to get in touch with Hu Changjiang—no, she definitely could. Thinking this
, Yang Yiru quickened her pace and headed towards Principal Gao's house.
"Knock, knock, knock," Yang Yiru knocked on Principal Gao's door.
"Who is it? Coming, coming." An old woman opened the door. Although she wore heavy
makeup that looked nauseating, the wrinkles on her face betrayed that she was at least over 50 years old.
"Excuse me, sorry to bother you. Hello, you must be Principal Gao's wife. My name is Yang Yiru, and I'm
a Chinese language teacher at the school. I've come to see Principal Gao about something today, but it won't take too long."
Gao Dewang, who had been engrossed in watching TV in the living room, immediately
turned it off and rushed out upon hearing that Yang Yiru had arrived. He said, "It's alright, it's alright. I'm free tonight anyway. Please come in and sit down,
please come in and sit down." Actually, Principal Gao had been captivated by Yang Yiru since she first joined the school. However, he
found her pure and proud, and although he had some lustful thoughts, he never dared to act on them, so he could only
feast his eyes.
The old woman felt a little uncomfortable seeing such a beautiful teacher come to their house so late. She awkwardly ushered Yang Yiru in, closed the door behind her, and 　　sat down
on the sofa next to Gao Dewang . 　　Gao Dewang glanced at the old woman and said, "Weren't you going to visit your son?" 　　"Since your school teacher came to you for help, of course I should listen and offer my advice," 　　the old woman replied, secretly thinking, "Dream on! I won't give you and that vixen any chance 　　. 　　" "Then I really have to thank Principal Gao and Mrs. Gao. Let me get straight to the point. As you know, my 　　son is studying at the city sports school, and the school is about to hold selections. If he's selected, he can join the provincial team. However 　　, at the last meeting, Director Hu Changjiang from the sports school said my son's chances are slim. I'd like to ask you for help 　　, could you…?" Yang Yiru, of course, wouldn't mention the unreasonable demands Hu Changjiang made. 　　"You mean Hu Changjiang, the basketball player from the city who was selected for the national team?" 　　Principal Gao interrupted Yang Yiru before she could finish. 　　"Yes, that's him." 　　"Old man, I remember you mentioned that Hu Changjiang was your elementary school classmate, right?" the old woman said.

These words gave Yang Yiru a huge surprise.
"Yes, he was indeed in the same elementary school as me. Later, he went to a sports school, and I went to junior high. We
went our separate ways and hadn't seen each other since. It wasn't until the recent alumni reunions that I learned I had such a capable
classmate," Principal Gao replied.
"That, that's wonderful! Principal Gao, you, you must help me with this!" Yang Yiru
stammered with joy.
"However, although we were classmates, we weren't very close. I can only do my best."
"Thank you, thank you so much!" Yang Yiru thought Principal Gao was just being modest, but she didn't know it
was genuine. Not only were Gao Dewang and Hu Changjiang not very close in elementary school, but at later alumni reunions,
he was also quite reserved, not taking the initiative to get closer to Hu Changjiang or build a relationship. Gao Dewang was just that kind of
person who wasn't very good at socializing.
"Then I won't disturb Principal Gao and his wife's rest any longer. Goodbye. I'll have to trouble Principal Gao with this matter,"
Yang Yiru said, getting up to leave.
Watching Yang Yiru's graceful figure, Gao Dewang's heart stirred again. Although this matter was somewhat tricky, if he could
succeed, it would definitely bring him closer to Yang Yiru, and perhaps even...
"That teacher is really inconsiderate. Who asks for help without even bringing a gift?" His wife's nagging
pulled Gao Dewang back from his reverie.
Gao Dewang rolled his eyes at her, thoughtfully went to bed to rest, and decided to think carefully about how to
talk to Hu Changjiang.
The next day was Sunday, and Gao Dewang got up early. Because of Yang Yiru's matter, he hadn't
slept well all night. Without brushing his teeth or washing his face, he first found the elementary school roster and called Hu Changjiang's house.
Unfortunately, Hu Changjiang's wife answered the phone, her voice trembling. It took Gao Dewang a while
to understand that Hu Changjiang wasn't home; he had gone to work. However, he didn't pay much attention.
Working on Sundays? Is the sports school really that busy? Gao Dewang thought to himself as he called the sports school again.
"Hello, please look for Hu Changjiang, Director Hu."
"This is me, who are you?"
"Old Hu, this is Gao Dewang, Gao, do you remember me? We went to elementary school together."
"Oh, Gao, I remember, I remember." Old Hu replied casually, while trying hard to recall who this Gao Dewang
was.
"Old Hu, to be honest, I really have something to trouble you with. Since you're at work, I'll come and
discuss it with you."
Old Hu was afraid of arguing with his wife at home and causing trouble, so he only came to work on Sunday. He was just about
to call Chen Qian to go out and have some fun, and then get bothered by this guy. Of course, he wasn't
too happy and just casually replied, "Oh, then come on over."
About twenty minutes later, Gao rushed to Old Hu's office. Old Hu was even more displeased to see him arrive empty-handed to
ask for a favor. He offered him a seat, not wanting to exchange pleasantries, and said, "Old Gao, what is it?
Speak quickly. I'm busy here."
Old Gao, indeed naturally slow on the uptake, didn't notice Old Hu's displeasure at all, and said naively, "I
'm here on someone's behalf to ask you for a favor. Our school's teacher, Yang Yiru..." "
Yang Yiru? Could it be that you're from their school..." Upon hearing this name, Old Hu perked up again.
"The principal."
"Oh, Principal Gao, my apologies." Old Hu immediately got up to make a cup of tea, saying, "Here, have
some water, speak slowly."
"Old Hu, you're a smart man, you should be able to guess why I'm here, no need to say more."
"Your school has such a beautiful teacher as Yang Yiru, how enviable." Old Hu seemed not
to have heard Old Gao's previous sentence, casually throwing out this remark. Actually, he was shrewd.
What man his age wouldn't be interested in a woman like Yang Yiru? So he wanted to test Principal Gao.
If, after hearing this, Principal Gao didn't get up and berate him for being frivolous and shameless, and turn against him, it meant
Principal Gao was also interested in Yang Yiru. Then he could recruit him and together they could "eat" this "fresh meat" (a metaphor for pursuing a woman). Of course,
if Principal Gao insisted on being righteous and pretending to be a gentleman, Old Hu would have no choice but to be blunt.
But unexpectedly, Principal Gao's behavior went even further. His eyes were vacant, and his expression was strange; he was actually in a daze
.
"This guy's hopeless," Old Hu thought to himself, chuckling smugly as he stood up, positioned himself behind Old Gao
, and patted him on the shoulder. "Looks like Brother Gao is quite fond of Teacher Yang Yiru. If you'd be willing
to do me a favor, I, Hu, guarantee you'll get what you want."
This pat pulled Old Gao back to reality. Hearing Old Hu's words, he felt both excited and a little scared, and hesitated
to answer.
"Don't worry, Old Gao, there's nothing to worry about. Just follow my plan, and I guarantee that little girl
will obediently listen to us."
Old Gao looked at him, and after a long pause, finally managed to squeeze out, "I'd like to hear the details."
Time flew by, and it was almost noon. Discussing things with that idiot Old Gao was exhausting; everything
had to be explained clearly for him to understand. Fortunately, they finally reached an agreement. Old Hu, feeling rather smug, propped his feet up on
his desk, smugly reveling in his perfect plan, when suddenly he heard a knock at the door: "Director Hu,
is Director Hu in?" It was Secretary Fang's voice.
"Come in," Old Hu said, sitting up straight again.
"Director Hu, Director Liu from the provincial government just called and invited you to lunch at the 'Century Inn' hotel
. They said they want to discuss the selection of the provincial football team."
Old Hu was shocked, realizing he had almost missed important business. He quickly got up to find his briefcase to attend the banquet. However, he and Secretary Fang
searched the entire office but couldn't find it. Then Old Hu remembered that he had argued with his wife that morning and
left in a hurry, forgetting to take his briefcase. The documents for the provincial football team selection and other materials
were all in it.
Old Hu glanced at his watch and said, "Okay, I'll go to the banquet first. Here's my house key. Just open the door, go to my
study, grab your bag, and come over. Remember, don't get entangled with my wife and kids. Be quick on your way, don't cause any trouble..."
"If Director Liu is unhappy, none of us will have a good day." Then he strode out, got into his car, and left.
Secretary Fang hailed a taxi and rushed to Director Hu's house. When he arrived at the door, Secretary Fang initially thought of
knocking first out of politeness, but then he remembered that Director Hu had mentioned several times that he had a wife with a volatile and eccentric temper, and he was afraid that an argument
would delay things. So he took out the key that Director Hu had given him and opened the door, since he had Director Hu's "instructions" anyway. But
what he saw when he opened the door left Secretary Fang speechless.
On the sofa directly opposite the door, a young woman and a young man were resting, both naked,
with their clothes scattered under the sofa. There was a strong, lewd smell in the air, clearly indicating that
they were resting after a long and arduous sexual encounter.
The young woman, startled by the sound of the door opening, turned around and saw a middle-aged man she didn't recognize. She immediately pushed
away the boy who was still on top of her, grabbed a piece of clothing from the ground to cover herself, and asked
, "Who are you? How do you have a key to my house?"
Secretary Fang had already guessed that this was Director Hu's wife, Bai Fang, and son, Hu Ding. Thinking that if he showed weakness,
the two of them might falsely accuse him, he had no choice but to strike first. He shouted, "I am Director Hu's secretary. I came
to retrieve his briefcase on his orders, but I unexpectedly stumbled upon this incestuous affair. How can you and your son face Director Hu?"
The mother and son were truly intimidated by his imposing manner. Bai Fang took a long time to react. Forgetting about
her clothes, she ran over, grabbed Secretary Fang's trouser leg, and knelt down, pleading, "Please keep this
a secret for us." Hu Ding also came to his senses, rushed over, grabbed the other trouser leg, knelt down, and began to cry.
Secretary Fang paid no attention to Hu Ding. His greedy gaze roamed freely over Bai Fang's body. Her beautiful
face, fair skin, full breasts, and the few strands of pubic hair that could be vaguely seen through her cleavage
strongly stimulated every nerve in Secretary Fang's body, and his lower body immediately became hard.
However, he was a steady man after all, otherwise he would not have gained Director Hu's trust. He pretended to be calm and said:
"Director Hu has an important lunch meeting with the provincial leaders. I need to help Director Hu get his bag. I
will not mention this matter today. I need to understand the whole truth before making any plans."
Upon hearing this, the mother and son shouted their thanks and helped find the briefcase. They respectfully saw Secretary Fang out.
At this moment, seeing that the two were still naked, Secretary Fang couldn't help but find it ridiculous.
(IV) Secretary Fang forced himself on Bai Fang and Master Chen accidentally ejaculated on her face.
The Century Yuan Hotel was the old place where Director Liu and Lao Hu met. The No. 301 "Yangtze River" private room had almost
become their private room. Director Liu and his beautiful secretary, Ge Miao, flirted and swore while
waiting for Director Hu. Old Hu, accompanied by a waitress, entered the private room and immediately began apologizing profusely.
He knew Director Liu was not someone to be trifled with.
Director Liu released Ge Miao's hand, which he had been playing with, and reassured him, "It's alright, it's alright,
three cups of wine will do."
Although he had often eaten, drunk, and played with Director Liu, he knew all too well that Director Liu, nearing 60 and almost
retired, was still petty and easily angered. Therefore, he
always had to be extremely careful when with Director Liu.
"Why isn't Secretary Fang here?" Director Liu greatly admired Fang's competence and methods, believing
he was worth cultivating.
"He went to get some things for me, he'll be right back."
"Then let's eat first, look how hungry our beautiful and sexy Secretary Ge is." With that, he took his
first sip and the first bite.
About fifteen minutes after the dinner ended, Secretary Fang arrived, drenched in sweat, handed his bag to Director Hu,
and found a seat.
Secretary Ge poured wine for Fang Jian, and as she handed him the glass, she subtly winked at him
, startling Fang Jian into thanking her and then burying his head in his food, not daring to look at her again. Although Secretary Ge was
young, beautiful, and alluring, she was also very shrewd and capable.
It would be a lie to say that Fang Jian had no ulterior motives towards Secretary Ge, but he knew he wasn't yet capable of handling this woman, and for now, it was
best to maintain a clear distance.
"Director Liu, this is the list of those who have registered for the assessment. Those marked with a red star are our recommendations, and those with five
red stars are our top recommendations," Director Hu said, putting down his chopsticks and beginning to discuss business.
"Oh, let me see." Director Liu knew perfectly well that those who were given priority in recommendations were the ones who would receive the most
benefits. "Hmm, there are quite a few outstanding talents recommended this time. Time is tight, you need to hurry up and finalize these matters
." He nodded at Old Hu with satisfaction.
"Please rest assured, Director Liu, this selection task will definitely be completed successfully. Director Liu has been so kind to me, Hu,
and I will definitely come to thank you in person after the task is successfully completed. Well, it's Sunday again. Director Liu has worked
hard all week. If you have time this afternoon and evening, how about I treat you and Secretary Ge to a good
time to relax? What do you say, Director Liu?"
"Sure, then you go and make the arrangements. Xiao Fang, why don't you come along too?"
"I'm sorry, Director Liu, I have to go back to the school this afternoon to arrange the details of next week's formal assessment.
I can't accompany you. I'm really sorry." Secretary Fang said. Actually, all he could think about right now was Bai
Fang's body. He had no interest in doing anything else. He had the selection task to use as a shield.
Even if it was Director Liu's invitation, he could refuse without hesitation. He could also take advantage of Director Hu's pleasure to get Bai Fang.
"Oh, that's really hard work, Secretary Fang. Another day after the selection task is completed, I'll treat Secretary Fang to a good time to
relax and reward you two great contributors, Director Hu and Secretary Fang." Director Liu's official tone remained unchanged.
After lunch, Secretary Fang watched the three get into the car before hurriedly hailing a taxi back to the school. If he wasn't mistaken,
Bai Fang should be coming to find him. Sure enough, when he entered the teaching building, Bai Fang was already
pacing anxiously in the corridor. Bai Fang was dressed simply, a pure white dress exuding an air of elegance, which made Secretary Fang even
more anxious. It was only then that Bai Fang got a good look at this tall and robust, yet handsome, Secretary Fang,
who bore a striking resemblance to Old Hu in his youth.
Secretary Fang greeted Bai Fang and then called out, "Master Chen, please open the door to Director Hu's office.
This is Director Hu's wife; we have some things to discuss." Master Chen, the doorman, was over 50 years old. After being laid off,
he used connections to find a job at the school, managing to open and close the door.
The two entered the office and locked the door. Bai Fang sat down on the sofa first, and Secretary Fang poured her a glass of water and
sat down beside her.
"Secretary Fang, you don't mind me calling you Xiao Fang, do you?" Bai Fang said with a smile.
"Of course, of course. Mrs. Hu looks so young, yet she calls me Xiao Fang; I guess I've gotten a good
deal."
"Let's get back to the point. What do you plan to do about what you saw this morning, Xiao Fang?"
Bai Fang suddenly asked, her face darkening. Secretary Fang, of course, wasn't afraid of her feigned power. Seeing 　　the blush
creep onto her fair face as she spoke, she felt somewhat confident and said, "It depends on how Mrs. Hu explains this. If 　　she can let me hear the reasons and is reasonable, I will naturally cover it up for you and your son. Otherwise, I 　　really will have to ask Director Hu to decide for me personally." 　　Suddenly, Bai Fang burst into tears. Fang Jian simply watched, offering no words of comfort. After sobbing for a few 　　minutes, Bai Fang finally spoke: "Today, today, my unfilial son actually, actually did 　　something utterly despicable to me. But he is, after all, my own son, and family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. I really don't want 　　anyone else to know. Xiao Fang, you must help me with this." 　　"Oh? Is that so? Then it really can only be handled by Director Hu. Whether it's handled internally or 　　by calling the police is up to Director Hu, the head of your family. Besides, Director Hu is your wife's husband, so he's not exactly an outsider, 　　is he?" Fang Jian knew she was acting and decided to play along; they would all act together. 　　Bai Fang thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a story. In desperation, she could only 　　make something up, but Fang Jian easily saw through her lie and shut her down with just a few words. After a long silence, she finally made up her mind and 　　said, "Well, since we've all been through this, I'll tell you the truth. Ever since Lao Hu was transferred 　　to this school as director, his social engagements have gradually increased. He always comes home reeking of alcohol, like a dead man, and rarely 　　spends time with me. So every time, I have to take care of myself. But, one night two years ago 　　, my son saw it, and in a moment of impulse..." At this point, she broke down in tears again. 　　Secretary Fang knew she was telling the truth this time, and a pang of sympathy crossed his mind. He quickly handed her a napkin 　　. Bai Fang wiped her tears and said, "Thank you." " 　　But why did your relationship with Director Hu deteriorate later?" After a pause, Secretary Fang continued 　　to press, his keen intuition telling him there was more to the story. 　　"Old Hu is getting older and addicted to smoking, drinking, and socializing. His performance at night isn't what it used to be. 　　But that time, that time my son gave me stimulation and pleasure made me deeply experience the long-lost 　　feeling of orgasm again, so... sigh, I, I was so foolish! Xiao Fang, you must tell Old Hu!" 　　Secretary Fang's penis was already saluting Bai Fang. Hearing this, his mind was only filled with Bai Fang's seemingly 　　provocative words, completely filtering out Bai Fang's feelings of self-reproach. He thought, "So you're looking for stimulation and pleasure 　　, huh? I can do that too." So he suddenly stood up, pulled Bai Fang up abruptly, and pushed her towards the desk. 　　Bai Fang was shocked and struggled desperately, but her lamb-like strength was too weak, and Fang Jian pressed her down on the desk 　　. Then Fang Jian forcibly spread Bai Fang's legs apart with his own, his large, strong hands lifting 　　Bai Fang's long skirt, tearing her pure white panties, and pulling down his own pants. His 　　penis, seemingly swaggering, sprang out with a "smack," hitting Bai Fang's fair and plump buttocks. 　　"No! No!" Bai Fang struggled desperately. Fang 　　Jian didn't care about any of that, spitting out a mouthful of saliva, and forcefully inserted his penis. Without lubrication, 　　her vagina couldn't accept this enormous thing; despite her best efforts, half of it remained outside. Bai Fang 　　screamed in pain, but had no strength to resist, and could only continue to cry out, "No! No!" 　　Fang Jian ignored her completely, quickly rubbing his penis back and forth. Gradually, some vaginal fluid flowed out, 　　making it much smoother. Soon, Fang Jian was finally able to move in and out freely. 　　Fang Jian was more than ten years younger than Lao Hu, strong and healthy, and 　　much more experienced than Xiao Hu (Lao Hu's son). Each of his hundred or so thrusts was powerful and skillful. Unsatisfied, 　　Bai Fang gradually forgot the pain and began to enjoy it. "Do you like it?" Fang Jian teased her as he moved. 　　"I like it, I like it, I like it so much! Harder, harder!" 　　Fang Jian was also greatly stimulated, thrusting even more violently into Bai Fang's clitoris. 　　"Sister-in-law, is it exciting? Is it good?" 　　"Don't call me sister-in-law, call me Fang'er. I'll call you husband when you're doing it to me." Bai Fang had completely lost 　　her reason; only her lustful heart was beating. 　　"Okay, Fang'er. Want to play something even more exciting?" Saying this, he stroked Bai Fang's anus twice 　　before suddenly thrusting it in. 　　Bai Fang screamed again, but this time she didn't shout "No!" She just whispered, "You, you 　　be careful, that's your first time there." 　　Fang Jian spat on her anus again, and slowly, his fingers could move in and out freely, and Bai Fang gradually 　　got used to it. 　　"If you go slowly, it won't be stimulating. I'm going to go." With that, Fang Jian pulled his penis out of her vagina, aimed it at her anus 　　, and thrust it in hard. The length and girth of his penis were incomparable to his fingers. Although she had gotten used to her fingers 　　, Bai Fang screamed wildly again at the sudden impact. 　　The louder Bai Fang screamed, the more it seemed to stimulate Fang Jian's strength. He became more and more violent, more and more 　　rough, and closer and closer to orgasm with each thrust. After another forty or fifty thrusts, Fang Jian finally couldn't hold back anymore. He 　　pressed tightly against Bai Fang's buttocks and shot streams of thick semen into her anus. 　　At this moment, Bai Fang could only lie helplessly on the desk, convulsing.

Fang Jian, indeed young and vigorous, got up and dressed after a short rest. Looking at Bai Fang, who was still unable to move
, he thought she wouldn't be able to get up anytime soon, and said to her, "I'll go now. You rest here.
Don't worry, Director Hu won't be coming back tonight. Go home by yourself later."
Master Chen, a meticulous man, noticed from the gatehouse that only Secretary Fang had come out of Director Hu's office,
which seemed odd. He knocked on the door, but no one answered, making him even more suspicious. He took out his key and opened
the door, only to be shocked. The director's wife was slumped over the table, her skirt lifted up. Although her upper body was
fully covered, her lower body was completely exposed.
Master Chen, having lost his wife long ago, hadn't been with a woman for many years. Seeing a
woman with her lower body completely exposed, his heart leaped into his throat.
But he was also afraid, fearing that the director's wife was awake. He only dared to call softly at the door, "Mrs. Hu,
Mrs. Hu." Seeing no response, he quietly closed the door, tiptoed a few steps inside, and came to
Bai Fang. He touched her beautiful face, then quickly withdrew his hand.
After waiting a while, still seeing no movement from the director's wife, he grew bolder. He figured that
Fang Jian had probably overdone the drug, rendering her unable to get up, which benefited him. So, he quickly
stripped himself and the director's wife naked, then placed her on the floor.
It seemed that Fang Jian had been too impatient earlier; he hadn't even played with such a full pair of breasts before. What a pity!
Master Chen's hands would sometimes play with Bai Fang's breasts, and sometimes he would bury his head in them, sucking haphazardly.
Damn it, he hadn't been with a woman in a long time, and he was already about to ejaculate before even penetrating her. He didn't care about anything else
, he spread her legs and immediately inserted his penis into Bai Fang's vagina, thrusting rapidly. Just as Master Chen was
enjoying himself, he never expected that this thrusting would actually arouse Bai Fang, causing her to moan "Mmm, mmm" again
.
So, a penis is a good thing; it can both kill and bring back life. Bai Fang's rationality
gradually returned. Although her eyes were closed, she still felt doubtful. This thing was too small; it definitely wasn't Fang Jian's. Could
it be…? In that moment of shock, she opened her eyes and saw that the person on top of her was none other than
Master Chen, who had opened the door for her earlier. She couldn't help but scream "Ah!"
Master Chen, also enjoying his climax, was about to erupt when he suddenly heard this scream. He tried to pull
out his penis, but, without fail, all of his semen sprayed onto Bai Fang's face.
Seeing that he had been discovered, Mr. Chen knew he had made a grave mistake. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed, pleading,
"Madam, Madam, I truly didn't mean it. I'm so sorry! Please don't report me to the director, and
please don't call the police. I'm all alone in my old age, relying solely on this meager salary to support myself." He cried even harder, his tears
and snot indistinguishable from his snot.
"Which 'unintentional' are you referring to? Did you have sex with me, or did you spray this stuff on my face?"
Bai Fang asked casually, playing with the semen she had wiped from his face.
This terrified Mr. Chen even more. He kowtowed even harder this time, louder and longer, until
the blood on his forehead was thickening. Only then did Bai Fang speak again: "It's alright, Mr. Chen. Seeing how lonely you are, I
'll pretend nothing happened." She calmly put on her clothes, wiped the semen from her face and genitals, tidied
her hair, and left.
Master Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief. The physical exhaustion from the ordeal, coupled with the intense mental tension he had just experienced, caused
him to collapse to the ground.
(V) Yang Yiru Falls into a Trap, Homosexual Encounters in a Cinema
Meanwhile, Gao Dewang, after finishing his discussion with Hu Changjiang at noon and leaving the sports school, did not go home. Instead,
he randomly found a restaurant on the street, ordered two small dishes, and immediately rushed back to his office at the school.
After resting for a while, he immediately dialed Yang Yiru's home phone number, and Yang Yiru answered it herself.
"Hello, Teacher Yang, this is Principal Gao. Regarding your son's matter, I went to see
Principal Hu of the sports school early this morning. Do you have time now? Come to my office for a moment, and I'll tell you about the situation."
Yang Yiru was somewhat surprised and grateful upon hearing this, not expecting Principal Gao to take her request for
help so seriously. She immediately replied, "Oh, I have time, I have time. Please wait for me, I'll be right there." After hanging up
the phone, she went to change her clothes.
Her husband, Tang Can, grumbled, "It's Sunday, why not just rest at home? Why
go out?"
"Teacher Zhang, the head of the academic affairs group, needs to talk to me. She wants to finalize things regarding the midterm exam papers as soon as possible
," Yang Yiru lied, embarrassed to reveal her request for help from Principal Gao. "Then you should set the questions for the Chinese exam this time. Try your best; 　　it will greatly help you get the 'City Outstanding Teacher'
award at the end of the year ." 　　Seeing her husband getting more and more enthusiastic, Yang Yiru quickly gave a few more perfunctory replies and left. 　　Upon arriving at the principal's office, Gao Dewang cut to the chase without further ado: "Teacher Yang, that Hu 　　Changjiang is a real old fox. He's clearly 'bending the law for personal gain,' but he insists on pretending to be 'fair and impartial' in front of me 　　. No matter how much I plead with him, he won't give his old classmate any face." 　　"Ah? What should we do then?" Yang Yiru, who had hoped for some good news, 　　was utterly disappointed and at a loss. 　　"Teacher Yang, calm down, don't worry. Although Hu Changjiang won't give me face, 　　he'll definitely agree to help if that person asks him on your behalf." 　　"Who? Who is it?" " 　　If Teacher Yang has time, how about we go see that person now?" 　　"Now?" Yang Yiru hesitated for a moment, but still agreed: "Okay, let's go now." 　　The two went out and hailed a taxi. In the car, Gao Dewang kept instructing Yang Yiru on several things, saying that the person they were going 　　to meet was slow-paced and stubborn, and they mustn't pressure her; they could only talk to her calmly and patiently, etc. While Gao Dewang was 　　rambling on, they arrived at a coffee shop called "Bailong." Upon entering, they spoke to the waiter...

Having arranged to meet Miss Chen, the waiter led them to table 45.
Miss Chen had already removed her sunglasses, stood up, and shook hands with Gao Dewang: "Principal Gao, it's been a long time
! How are you?"
Gao Dewang, somewhat flustered, replied, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Miss Chen, you're still
as charming as ever." He forgot to let go of her hand, his eyes scanning
every part of Miss Chen's body like an electronic surveillance camera.
Although Gao Dewang had heard from Hu Changjiang that his contact would be Miss Chen, he never expected her
to be so beautiful and voluptuous, exuding the alluring charm of a mature woman. Even
compared to Yang Yiru, the two were equally stunning, each with their own unique beauty.
Although Miss Chen enjoyed admiring the infatuated expressions on men's faces, she quickly withdrew
her hand and extended it to Yang Yiru, saying, "This must be Yang Yiru, Teacher Yang. My name is Chen Qian. It's a pleasure to meet you
." She noticed that Yang Yiru was also staring at her, which made her even more pleased. She smiled charmingly and said, "
Teacher Yang is so young and beautiful, with a slender figure. Why are you staring at this old woman's face?"
Yang Yiru snapped out of her daze, blushed, shook hands, exchanged a few pleasantries, and sat down.
The three ordered some drinks, and only began to chat after the waiter brought them.
It was Chen Qian who broke the awkward silence first: "If I'm not mistaken, Teacher Yang teaches Chinese, right? I can tell, because Teacher Yang embodies the beauty of traditional Chinese women." With that, 　　she lightly kicked Gao Dewang
under the table . 　　Gao Dewang finally snapped out of his daze and picked up the conversation: "Of course, Teacher Yang is definitely the most elegant 　　teacher in our school." He then turned to Yang Yiru and said, "Miss Chen is the younger sister of Director Hu's wife. If 　　you need anything in the future, you can ask her for help." 　　"Oh, no wonder Miss Chen looked so familiar. When Director Hu was mentioned, I finally remembered 　　. I saw Miss Chen outside Director Hu's office after the last parent-teacher meeting," Yang Yiru said, seizing the opportunity to strike up a conversation. 　　This startled Chen Qian, but luckily she reacted quickly, saying, "Oh, that time? I originally wanted to 　　talk to my brother-in-law about something after the parent-teacher meeting, but I didn't expect all the parents to come looking for him too, and there was even a queue. I was afraid 　　of causing gossip, so I had to pretend to be a parent and mingle in." 　　"Then Miss Chen, you have to do me a favor," Yang Yiru finally couldn't help but get to the point, "My son, 　　Tang Ding, is in the football department of the sports school. Next week, or even tomorrow, the provincial team selection assessment will begin. 　　I hope Miss Chen can put in a good word for me with Director Hu and help my son." 　　"Oh, I see," Chen Qian replied dismissively, and then surprisingly suggested, "It's 　　really boring here, why don't we go see a movie?" 　　This made Yang Yiru anxious. Just as she was about to speak again, Principal Gao gave her a look, and she remembered Principal Gao 　　's instructions in the car, so she could only agree listlessly. 　　"You guys go ahead, I still have some things to take care of at school. Have fun." Principal Gao decided to leave first. 　　Yang Yiru assumed Principal Gao was genuinely busy and had no choice but to deal with Miss Chen alone. Little did she know, 　　Principal Gao desperately wanted to spend time with these two beautiful women, but everything had to proceed according to plan. 　　"What movie do you want to see?" Chen Qian asked first upon arriving at the cinema. 　　"Anything is fine, I'm just accompanying Miss Chen anyway." Yang Yiru hadn't been to the movies in a long time and 　　had no idea what movies were good. 　　"Then forget it, let's go." Chen Qian pretended to be unhappy and turned to leave, saying, 　　"I never like to force people." 　　Yang Yiru immediately grabbed her, forcing a smile, and said, "Don't go, Miss Chen. I 　　genuinely want to accompany you to the movies. But I really don't know which ones are good." Inwardly, she was groaning 　　. This Miss Chen, seemingly mature and composed, actually had such a childish personality; coaxing her to help 　　was truly a torment. 　　"Really, if you cry while watching a comedy later, I'm really leaving." She gave another charming smile, 　　then continued, "Don't call me Miss Chen anymore. Since I'm a few years older than you, just call me Sister Chen." 　　"Haha, okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say, Sister Chen." Yang Yiru then realized that Miss Chen also had her lovable 　　qualities; being with her, her tense nerves relaxed a little. 　　"Let's watch 'Brokeback Valley' then, it's directed by a Chinese-American director, and it even won an Oscar." 　　Yang Yiru didn't pay much attention and just nodded casually in agreement. 　　When the time came, the two entered the theater. The lights in the theater went out, and the movie finally began. 　　Yang Yiru thought Chen Qian would really let her watch a comedy, so she could use the movie 　　time to relax. However, the more she watched, the more uneasy she felt. The movie depicted 　　the same-sex desires planted in the hearts of two women in their youth, which finally erupted after marriage, leading them to enjoy same-sex pleasures behind their respective husbands' backs. Moreover, the film contained numerous sexual 　　depictions; every part of the body that was legally permissible to be exposed was shown, causing the conservative 　　Yang Yiru to blush deeply. If the lights hadn't been turned off, she would have been mortified. 　　Just as the scene of two women engaging in intercourse in a mountain tent reached her limit, Yang Yiru finally couldn't hold back any longer. She closed 　　her eyes, wanting the film to end quickly, but the waves of desire in her mind were uncontrollable; the 　　passionate scenes from the film repeated themselves over and over, reliving the experience. 　　Suddenly, Yang Yiru felt a fragrant kiss on her right cheek, and a small hand lifted her skirt, 　　caressing her thigh. Her first thought was that there was a pervert, but then she realized something was wrong. 　　The lips, the hand, the scent—it was clearly a woman's, and the woman sitting to her right was Sister Chen. This terrified Yang 　　Yiru even more; if it were true, it would be worse than encountering a pervert. 　　Those fragrant lips kissed Yang Yiru's earlobe, then gently blew a few breaths, whispering, "Yiru, 　　Sister Chen can't take it anymore." Her hand then caressed Yang Yiru's inner thigh. It really was Sister Chen! Yang Yiru 　　was startled and quickly opened her eyes, intending to wake Sister Chen and push her away, but she couldn't open her mouth; her body went limp 　　. Chen Qian's lips had already sealed Yang Yiru's upper opening, and a finger was already inside that wet opening.

Her mouth slipped inside, sealing the opening below.
Influenced by the scenes and images in the movie, Yang Yiru was already unable to suppress her primal desires and was somewhat aroused
; now, she was completely powerless to resist. Chen Qian slowly inserted her fingers into the crevice, and Yang Yiru kept
moaning, "Mmm, mmm, ah..."
Seeing that she had the situation under control, Chen Qian withdrew her fingers and went to unbutton Yang Yiru's white blouse
. Yang Yiru stopped her, whispering, "Don't let anyone see."
"The lights are off here, and there are no people in the seats next to us. Nobody can see. Otherwise, you'd have let
everyone feast their eyes on your long, beautiful legs." Chen Qian pushed Yang Yiru's hand away, unbuttoned the last button, opened
the blouse, and then used both hands to caress Yang Yiru's breasts through her bra, before pushing the bra up,
completely exposing her breasts. The small, pink nipples became the target of Chen Qian's attack. She
licked and bit them, sometimes kneading and pinching them with her hands, until the little ones immediately hardened.
After playing with them for a while, Chen Qian slowly slid off the seat, squatted down, and turned to face
Yang Yiru's genitals, which were only covered by her underwear. Skillfully pulling the underwear down to Yang Yiru's knees,
Chen Qian pressed her mouth to Yang Yiru's vaginal opening. A strange smell wafted up; it wasn't sweet, but it
wasn't unpleasant either. Slowly, Chen Qian extended her tongue and licked Yang Yiru's genitals.
This was the first time Chen Qian had licked a woman's genitals. When Hu Changjiang called her at noon, asking for her help,
she was initially unwilling, thinking, "Although I, Chen Qian, am a slut, I only slept with you, Old Hu, last night. If
you want to play with women today, you ask me for help? Of course, I won't agree." But as Lao Hu explained the plan to her,
she became increasingly excited, because the plan contained many stimuli that Chen Qian had never experienced before, and this first step—
same-sex sex—was one of them.
Chen Qian was a lustful woman; although the foreplay had brought Yang Yiru to orgasm several times, it was merely a warm-up for her.
Now, for her, this was the real beginning. Her licking speed increased, and the movements became more extensive, with
copious amounts of saliva and vaginal fluid mixing together to make soft "tsk tsk" sounds. Gradually, she realized that her lower body
was also soaked, and she felt aroused.
Chen Qian raised her head, observed the surroundings, and sighed inwardly. Finding a slightly spacious place
to "do it" here was indeed difficult. She had no choice but to use both her hands and tongue, playing with Yang Yiru's genitals for a while before reluctantly
returning to her seat, wondering how to satisfy this wet vagina. Would she have to rely on herself again? That's right,
since I satisfied her, of course, she should serve me in return. So, she grabbed Yang Yiru's right hand and placed it
on her own breasts.
Yang Yiru had just been brought to ecstasy several times by Chen Qian's superb skills and was resting when her hand
touched another woman's breasts for the first time. The tactile stimulation immediately aroused her again. At first,
Chen Qian's hand grasped and caressed her full breasts, but now she took the initiative to knead them herself.
"Kiss me, Yiru," Chen Qian whispered, pleading.
Yang Yiru was completely out of control at this point, instinctively pressing her thin lips to Chen Qian's
. Under Chen Qian's guidance, their tongues intertwined rhythmically, sometimes together, sometimes apart, pausing and starting,
seemingly trying to completely envelop each other, yet lacking the strength.
"Come on, kiss my pubic area," Chen Qian made a new request after their tongues had mingled.
Yang Yiru slowly lowered her head, but when she approached Chen Qian's pubic area, a strange smell wafted into her nose
, forcing her to hesitate. She had never even given that kind of "service" to her husband, and now she was asking her
to do it to a woman she had just met. It was indeed hard for Yang Yiru to accept. But Chen Qian couldn't bear it any longer. She
forcefully pressed Yang Yiru's head down, making her face press against her genitals.
The smell of vaginal fluid was strong, and at first Yang Yiru was uncomfortable, not opening her mouth to lick. After a while,
she got a little used to it and finally stuck out her tongue, rubbing it against the vaginal opening. Her technique was very clumsy,
making Chen Qian very anxious.
"Put your hand in too, and lick with the tip of your tongue while moving it around," Chen Qian instructed, disregarding her own enjoyment
.
Sexual techniques are really easy to learn. After a few minutes of practice, Yang Yiru was already imitating it quite well
.
After a while, she even bit Chen Qian's labia with her lips, pulling the slightly dark but still tender
labia open, then releasing them, and the labia snapped back with a "snap." This repeated, bringing
Chen Qian to multiple orgasms. It seemed she had already learned to innovate.
After both of them were satisfied, they carefully put on their clothes. By this time, the movie was nearing its end. A few minutes later
, the lights in the theater came back on, and the audience got up, stretched, composed themselves, and left, chatting
and laughing. Chen Qian and Yang Yiru's faces looked particularly rosy and beautiful under the lights
. The intense encounter between the two women had left them feeling a little weak, and they swayed as they stood up from their seats.
"Look," Chen Qian said, pointing to the wet stains on the floor, "there are so many! It seems like there are
more on your side than on mine."
Yang Yiru, now back to her innocent self, ignored Chen Qian and walked out first, her face
flushed again.
Watching Yang Yiru's graceful figure, Chen Qian recalled something Hu Changjiang had said to her on the phone at noon:
"Every mature woman has uncontrollable desires, but Yang Yiru's desires are like an
impenetrable wall in front of men, but like a sheet of paper in front of women."
[The End]

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