【Fantasy Rui Rui】Lonely Empty Boudoir (Prologue, Chapter 1)

Preface
Every day, I'm busy in the bustling city, going to work and coming home, eating and sleeping. I'm always
busy, like a headless fly bumping around, finally dragging my tired body back to my nest. Undeniably, this is an
era where money is everything; living in a mansion and driving a luxury car has become the goal of almost all young people.
My boyfriend and I are among them.
We were classmates in university, two years ahead of me. He's shrewd, and I'm not stupid either. Plus, he's practically
a second-generation rich kid, so after two years of hard work, we became quasi-"petit bourgeois" by the time I graduated.
After graduation, I went to a high school in the city, while my boyfriend started his own company. I didn't bother to know the specifics of
what he did, but he always had a considerable income at the end of the year.
Our schools and companies were in the south and north respectively, so to make work more convenient, we each bought an
apartment near our workplaces. We would only get together when work was less demanding, and naturally, there would be some intimate moments. But the long-distance relationship
inevitably left me, at 24, feeling lonely.
When I was a virgin, I fantasized about a prince on a white horse coming from afar to take me away. I imagined him
breaking my hymen in exchange for his lifelong love and devotion. After losing that hymen, I gradually realized
that princes on white horses were hard to find, while lecherous men armed to the teeth were everywhere.
When I still had that hymen, I hated lecherous men; their green-eyed gleam could never replace
the virtuous prince on the white horse. But after losing that hymen, I fell in love with lecherous men because they understood what I needed
. When my legs parted, they would unhesitatingly insert their male members into my sweet passage, filling
the emptiness and loneliness in my heart.
I began to doubt the purity of this world because a lady like me, who stood on the podium during the day, solemnly
lecturing students on ethics and morality, unconsciously became a puppet of pornography at night. Especially in
this age of readily available internet access, people seem to be going crazy for pornography; the internet is merely a breeding ground for it.
On the other hand, I still feel I am the purest person in the world. No matter how much the perverts provoke me, I will always
uphold my virtue for my boyfriend and never let anyone touch my body. I feel that, based on this alone, I am qualified
to be a great and glorious teacher. When night falls, the "cat scratching the heart" time
arrives as scheduled.
I applied for a QQ account that I kept secret from everyone around me and threw myself into the army of pornography.
I discovered that there are an astonishing number of virgins in this world, of all shapes and sizes, but they all like to talk to me
about sex and pretend to be experienced, until I unbuckle my belt and find that some of them don't even know how to masturbate.
And what I have to do is stand naked, watch videos, and teach them how to get that thick white fluid out
. In front of the computer, I spread my labia with both hands and imagine the hot waves of those sperm rushing into my uterus. I am
hot all over, sweating profusely, and use a dildo to make myself exhausted. People in this world all use each other
. I use them to satisfy my pent-up sexual desire, while they use my body to ejaculate.
Lust isn't just a male prerogative. When I excitedly watch a penis suddenly swell and gush its semen
, I even scream, proving that I am lustful too.
I like leaning against a man's firm chest, stroking his hard buttocks and erect penis, because they always
arouse me. I especially love the feeling of a penis swelling inside my vagina, filling me with a sense of fullness, then
lingering for a moment before withdrawing.
But I rarely experience this "sexual bliss." Most of the time, I can only watch videos of large penises and savor the
experience for a moment. I don't know if this is an inevitable part of life, or if I've completely succumbed to depravity. A "school beauty" from my school days
now sits coldly in front of a computer, posing with alluring postures to arouse the lust of lecherous men, all to achieve
my goals.
When this "wolf" in front of me ejaculates uncontrollably, I collapse into my chair, exhausted. Is this my
happy life? Am I content?
As the sun shines on my beautiful face, I wake from my sleep.
The nightlife is over, and I am still lying naked in bed, the messy room still bearing traces of last night
. The pink dildo that gave me such ecstasy last night lies on the computer desk, still bearing my semen.
The black lace panties, as a "trophy" from a perverted friend, hang on the webcam,
fluttering in the breeze like a five-star red flag.
I take my clothes from the closet, put them on, go to the bathroom to tidy myself up, and step out of the house into
a world full of perverts…
Chapter One:
A Different Kind of Flower Blooms Today is the first day of the new semester. As usual, at eight o'clock in the morning, teachers gather for theoretical study
and a meeting to assign semester tasks.
I was still basking in the leisure of my holiday, and coupled with the intense work of the previous night, I was still feeling weak. Not long after the meeting began
, I started to doze off, resting my head on the back of the seat in front of me with my eyes closed. It wasn't until it was announced that I would be the homeroom teacher of a new class
that I was stunned into silence, finally snapping back to reality. This was truly bizarre!
Ever since I entered the education field, my students' academic performance has always been poor, discipline has been a problem, and my reputation among parents and students is quite bad.
I often hear my colleagues whispering that I'm a "big-breasted, brainless" woman. I
don't mind, because I'm just trying to make a living!
I really don't know what possessed me today; those old guys on the stage must have lost their minds to actually let me
lead a class! After the meeting, I went straight to the Academic Affairs Office to argue with the Dean of Academic Affairs. I told him that my abilities were limited, I was unfit for such a responsibility,
and that I was young and inexperienced, and my grades were not convincing enough. I said that if it affected the school's performance, I would be held responsible even if I were to be destroyed
...
The Dean of Academic Affairs was a man in his forties, who looked at me with a forced smile, his eyes occasionally glancing at
the V-neck of my dress. After I finished speaking, he smiled slightly: "This is the decision of the school's administrative meeting. Rui Rui ,
you just have to obey the arrangement."
Damn it, it's true that higher-ups can crush you! I stormed out of the Academic Affairs Office, and just as I stepped out of the school gate, I
received a call from my boyfriend. It turned out that his cousin had failed the college entrance exam this year and was repeating it at our high school. All
the procedures were completed, and my boyfriend wanted to arrange for him to live with me, firstly because he wanted me to tutor his cousin, and secondly because he wanted me to...
I took care of my soon-to-be cousin in his daily life, relieving him of any worries.
After hanging up the phone, I had to go home and spend most of the day cleaning and tidying up the house, making room
for him in a bedroom. I already lived in a large three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment, so moving out wasn't
difficult. However, living with a boy would inevitably bring many inconveniences, and more importantly, I
would no longer be able to enjoy watching my online friends ejaculate.
In the afternoon, new students arrived for registration. I helped the students clean and was giving them their first class meeting when
my boyfriend arrived with my cousin.
Although we'd been dating for so long, this was the first time I'd met him, so
I couldn't help but give him a good look. He was very tall, probably around 1.8 meters, with
a pair of carbon fiber glasses perched on his high-bridged nose. Behind the glasses, his small, single-eyelid eyes blinked frequently. His fair face looked very kind, and a
short-sleeved white t-shirt couldn't hide his strong muscles.
I like muscular men; they give me a sense of security.
A man like him, with his combination of quiet strength and ruggedness, is even more attractive. But I won't think anything of it inappropriately. He's my boyfriend's cousin; I'm just taking care of
him for a year.
"Xiaolong, quickly call her sister-in-law!"
"Sister-in-law, hello! My name is Zhao Kailong. I've often heard my brother mention you, saying you're beautiful, gentle, and generous.
Seeing you today, you're even more beautiful than I imagined! I really envy my brother!" I didn't say anything, just smiled slightly at him.
"Honey, from now on, you'll have to take care of Xiaolong. If he does anything wrong, just
tell me, and I'll talk to Auntie."
"How could that be? I think Xiaolong is very obedient; he'll definitely get into his ideal university next year."
Although I studied psychology and know a little about people, I can't truly understand someone based on just one meeting. I
said that only to comfort my boyfriend. After arranging things for the start of school, when I found Xiaolong, my boyfriend had already
left. I took Xiaolong to eat something, and it was already past eight o'clock when we got home.
During this time, I inquired about Xiaolong's situation and learned that he was only three years younger than me. This was understandable; I started school
early, at five years old, while Xiaolong started a year later due to his household registration, only entering primary
school at eight.
I had assumed Xiaolong would be very talkative, but through conversation, I discovered he was rather reserved, sometimes as shy
as a girl. As usual, I showered and went back to my bedroom early. I took out my textbooks and prepared for tomorrow's lessons
. It was already past ten o'clock. Xiaolong watched TV in the living room for a while before going back to his room. I
logged onto QQ, where a group of lecherous men were already eyeing me, waiting for my large, white breasts to satisfy their lust. I dejectedly
told them about Xiaolong's stay. They usually seemed so lustful, but surprisingly, they were quite understanding
, comforting me and telling me to go to sleep early and find another opportunity for passion.
The next morning, I got up early and busied myself in the kitchen for a while. I couldn't just
hastily eat some bread like before; I had to take care of my cousin.
By the time I finished making breakfast, my cousin had already come out of the bathroom. After breakfast, we went to school together
. He immersed himself in his studies, while I continued to drift through my own little life. A month passed in the blink of an eye, uneventful
. Although there were many inconveniences in life, I gradually got used to living "cohabiting" with Xiaolong. It was just that without
a way to satisfy my sexual desires, I often felt lonely and restless at night.
Xiaolong was very polite to me, constantly calling me "sister-in-law." He also performed very well at school, and several
colleagues spoke highly of him. He would always ask me questions when he encountered problems he didn't understand. In this decadent society,
there were still such diligent and knowledgeable people, like an oasis suddenly appearing in the desert, which was refreshing and heartwarming.
I formed a class committee team. A good class committee is the soul of a class. If they
work diligently, my job as the class teacher will be much easier.
The class monitor is an important position in the class. I consulted several experienced teachers, and they
all believed that the most mischievous and influential student in the class should be put in this position. In their words
, "Controlling one person is equivalent to controlling the whole class."
In the end, I chose a boy named Zheng Bo.
He caught my eye because of two incidents. First, on the second day of school, he and
eight other boys from the class ran to the neighboring zoo and, taking advantage of the zookeeper's inattention,
stole all the pears that were meant to be fed to the animals. The zookeeper was reporting the incident to me when they entered the school, still eating the pears, and I
caught them red-handed.
Another incident occurred during the "Welcome Cup" basketball tournament in the second week. Because of
a meeting for homeroom teachers at the grade level, I didn't go to watch. While the game was in full swing, Zheng Bo went to the canteen to buy water for a classmate. Upon returning to the sidelines,
he heard that a girl had been beaten by a boy from another class. Without hesitation, Zheng Bo rushed into the group of boys,
grabbed the boy, and beat him half to death.
This troublemaker was perfect for the class monitor position, but this kind of wild
student is also the most difficult to manage. I used all my tricks, a mix of coaxing and cajoling, to finally get him to behave and
work hard in class. The class atmosphere gradually improved, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as I was secretly congratulating myself on having such a good helper, trouble struck. That afternoon, after the first period, I was
grading homework in the office when Mr. Wang, the math teacher, stormed in and threw a notebook at me.
"Look at Zheng Bo in your class, he's a complete waste of space, actually drawing this kind of thing in class!"
I flipped open my notebook, which contained several pencil sketches. Some were of naked women, others
were erotic drawings of a man and woman having sex, and one was unfinished. It seemed that Mr. Wang had
caught him drawing that.
"Mr. Wang, did Zheng Bo draw this?"
I never expected Zheng Bo to be so immoral. As the class monitor, whom I valued so much, he was such a
disgrace! But I still suppressed my anger and asked.
"Who else could it be but him! Didn't you see his lecherous eyes? Just like his rapist father,
he's no good! Like father, like son!"
Zheng Bo's father was sentenced to seven years in prison for rape a year ago, and his mother divorced him in a fit of anger, taking him with her.
I was leaving Zheng Bo alone when Teacher Wang mentioned it, and that's when I remembered this incident. After seeing Teacher Wang off,
I called Zheng Bo to my office. When I slammed the notebook in front of him, his face immediately turned as red as a monkey's bottom.
"Do you even know shame? Look at what you've drawn! You're a disgrace! You've completely disgraced our class
! As the class monitor, how could you be so vulgar! Tell me, who did you draw?!" I unleashed all the anger I had been holding back
.
"I...I..." Zheng Bo lowered his head, speechless.
"Hurry up and tell me, who did you draw?"
I thought, I must look terrible scolding a student like this.
"It's...it's you..." Zheng Bo stammered.
Only then did I notice that the women in the paintings really did resemble me: long, flowing hair, a slender and
delicate face, a flowing figure from top to bottom, firm, perky breasts, and a slightly protruding bottom—every
feature was something I was proud of. In my haste, I hadn't even noticed.
"You...you..."
I trembled with anger, tears welling in my eyes and streaming down my face.
"Teacher, I'm sorry..."
"Get out! Get out of here..."
I no longer cared about maintaining a ladylike image; my voice was hoarse as I roared at him with all my might. Seeing
this, Zheng Bo turned and ran away in a flash.
I sat quietly, resting my chin on my hands, lost in thought. How unlucky! I just took on a class and already encountered such a troublesome
situation—a student had painted a nude picture of me. Should I tell Zheng Bo's mother?
How heartbroken would she be if she knew?
And how could I possibly bring it up? Was I supposed to tell her, "Your son drew my nude?"
How could I possibly say such a thing…?
When I got home, the aroma of food wafted towards me as I opened the door. A sumptuous meal was already laid out on the table
, along with a bottle of red wine. Xiaolong was busy in the kitchen. Seeing me return, he waved for me to take
a shower first.
When I came out of the bathroom in my pajamas, the table was laden with food. I don't know
where Xiaolong found a candlestick, but he lit a candle.
He turned off the light, poured red wine into a glass, handed it to me, poured some for himself, and
then raised his glass, saying, "Sister-in-law, I've been here so long, and I'm so grateful for your care and concern. I want to thank
you with this glass of wine! May you always be this beautiful." Only
then did I realize what Xiaolong was up to. It was truly kind of him; with the pressure of his senior year of high school, he still managed to prepare
such a meal, and even more remarkably, create such a romantic scene.
The candlelight flickered, glasses of red wine were full, and a muscular, youthful man smiled at me. The scene didn't
resemble a "thank-you dinner" but rather a Valentine's Day meal for couples. If Xiaolong weren't my boyfriend's cousin, I would have loved to
kiss him.
Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, I raised my glass, clinked it with his, and took a sip
.
The unpleasantness of the afternoon vanished, replaced by happiness and romance.
(To be continued)

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