The mistress teacher I know

This happened more than ten years ago, and it was also the time I met someone I knew on QQ. I don't know if we added each other because we were in the same city or in a chat room. At the time, I was managing a server room in a state-owned enterprise in a remote mountain village. The server room was actually an internal network, completely isolated from the internet. Firstly, the internet was underdeveloped and there was no demand for it at the time. Secondly, it was for internal company confidentiality, and mobile phones couldn't access the internet at all back then; GPRS was just becoming popular. To provide internet access for the leaders, we specially set up a small room with an ADSL connection for three computers. But the leaders couldn't go to the server room every day. Five or six big leaders would occasionally go, and we couldn't always see them... Strangely, the server room for external internet access wasn't far from my office, separated by a corridor, and both rooms had thick glass. The router in the external internet access room had wireless capabilities. But at that time, desktop computers didn't have wireless network cards, so we bought one. Surprisingly, the signal was quite good even after removing the antenna from the wireless router. Many of the top leaders had technical backgrounds, and seeing an antenna on the router, they knew there was a problem. So they unplugged the antenna, and probably no one would bother to investigate. Back then, mobile phones basically didn't have Wi-Fi, so nobody knew either. Since my own computer couldn't access the internet, I'd plug the wireless network card into an unused local network machine, configure the router, and then use remote desktop. If someone came in, I'd just close the remote desktop—perfect… For video chatting, I even got a webcam and microphone. Sometimes at night, I'd search high and low on the machine connected to the wireless network card, like looking for a needle in a haystack, to see if anyone was video chatting. That's how I met N. Back then, people were willing to video chat; now, you'd probably never video chat with strangers. It shows that mutual trust was much higher back then. Now there's all sorts of secret filming and recording; back then, we didn't even think of such sophisticated methods. The first thing I'd say when the video chat started was, "She's so beautiful." Actually, she was the most beautiful person in my list of over 20 contacts. Since she was so beautiful, I was naturally more cautious. I asked her if there were any men in her family. She said yes. Damn, was she playing me? I quickly stopped talking; I didn't want to cause trouble. She laughed and called me over. It turned out to be a little boy, her son. Okay. We chatted for a while, and I learned a bit about her background. She came from a mountainous area in northern Guangdong and worked hard to get into a teachers' college in this central city, staying there to teach at a primary school. Her income was meager, and she had almost no connections. Later, she gradually came to terms with things and, through tutoring students, got to know many parents, eventually becoming their mistress or even third wife. The man was a big boss who owned a large supermarket. Then she worked with him, managing the business and finances. This was so different from my life experience. Besides my curiosity, I was also a little itchy because of her beauty. Back then, cameras didn't have beauty filters, not even a tiny bit. Although the resolution was poor, it was real. I was working overtime late at night, and I said I was hungry. She offered to bring me food, haha. I knew she wasn't serious, but she was willing to chat with me because I had some writing skills and education, a world apart from her man. She wanted me to write down her experiences. It was a win-win situation. Was I like the reporter in *The Great Gatsby*, witnessing a power struggle within a wealthy family? She began describing her pride in supporting this man, her harmonious relationships with his first, second, and fourth wives. The first wife was uneducated but had a daughter whom she took meticulous care of. Her own son with this man made her proud, and most importantly, she was the most beautiful, so the man mostly took her out for social events. Her happiest moments were accompanying the man on his rounds, with a bunch of security guards saluting her. What did she do in her spare time? She ran a roadside clothing shop. Later, I learned that this was the best way for mistresses to launder money and pass the time. She said she'd bring me late-night snacks, and I said I couldn't accept. She said, "Yeah, a beautiful woman driving a sports car to deliver late-night snacks, let's see if you can handle it." I thought about it and agreed, but vanity also got the better of me. We chatted a few times, and finally, I got a bit tired from working overtime. Her child wasn't around, so she said she'd come pick me up from get off work. Okay, we live deep in the mountains, and the roads are winding and secluded, but she actually came. In person, she was exactly like in the videos: long hair, tall, sweet, and with a great figure. She did drive a sports car, but not a Ferrari or Porsche; it was a South Korean brand that was popular back then, later known as a "mistress's car." It was my first time sitting in it, and the license plate was really cool. On our first meeting, we didn't actually do anything, just chatted casually, drove around for a bit, and then dropped me off at the overpass two blocks from my house and drove off. I felt a little lost when I got out of the car. I definitely couldn't handle a woman like that. We continued chatting, and she mentioned her jealousy and fights with men, how they would run away and then come back, after all, she was the most beautiful, sensible, and presentable. She said the men's families were powerful and wouldn't allow her to become their legal wife, causing her distress, but things were alright for now. Earlier, we talked about her fancy license plate. She said the head of our vehicle management office wanted to sleep with her and was going to get her a four- or even five-digit consecutive number, but she refused, so she got a much more understated but still impressive license plate. I thought of my nephew working in the police force, so I asked him to check her license plate. And lo and behold, he'd changed his name! His original name was quite rustic. However, her hometown and job were all true. She really didn't have any ulterior motives towards me; we were from completely different parallel worlds, so she didn't need to be wary of me. Finally, we arranged a second meeting. It was a weekday, and I made up an excuse to take the morning off. But she kept changing her mind, and I didn't want to be stood up after booking a hotel room. Since she couldn't decide, she said, "If you're a real man, book a room and wait for me." To be honest, that was the first time I'd ever booked a hotel room for a woman. It was almost noon, and I'd booked a decent chain hotel in the city center. It wasn't until after 10 AM that I finally booked it, and the feeling of waiting was both tense and exciting. She finally arrived around 11 AM. She'd eaten late for breakfast, and I'd forgotten I was hungry. I turned on the TV, watched for a few minutes, and then she gestured for us to hug. While hugging, she asked me to wait a moment because she was taking off her earrings—long, jingling earrings. Then she took them off to adjust them. She definitely had a great figure; even after having a baby, her abdomen was flat and smooth without any marks. Her breasts were large, and her areolas were light. I wasn't shy and kissed her, but… when I kissed her down there, there was a slight plastic smell because her underwear was the kind that's very smooth; afterwards, I thought it felt like plastic. But I was really nervous, and my performance wasn't great. I completely forgot to check if her breasts were real, or if they were still firm when she lay down. I completely forgot about that. It was past 1 PM, and without eating, we hurriedly checked out. Back at work, I was still shaken. I kept the small paper bag containing the room key for years. Then we never saw each other again. Actually, I was scared. Her man was so powerful; I didn't want to court death. Several years later, we still kept in touch on QQ. She might have gone to the Northwest with her man to explore new frontiers. Her online name was something like "If Love Lasts Forever," and she posted a bunch of beautiful photos. Seeing them made me feel a little melancholy. I missed her singing "White Fox" to me on the phone, saying that she was the white fox, having cultivated for a thousand years to meet me. It was just a joke. The last time we contacted each other was when she called me. I was in my wife's car at the time. She said she had been losing 5,000 yuan a day playing mahjong for the past few days and asked me to check if the other two people were cheating. This was like something out of a Hong Kong or Taiwanese drama. I don't have that kind of supernatural ability. From then on, we never had any contact. Such a crossover was too dangerous. So from then on, my most important principle was safety and reliability. I had to understand the other person's job, profession, family background, and marital relationship before I would date them. Otherwise, even if they were a celestial being, I wouldn't touch them.

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