wife and her students

In the evening, a young woman wearing white hot pants and a white t-shirt walked out of the gate of a private vocational school. She was slender with a high, full bust; her breasts swayed as she walked, attracting the attention of passersby. This young woman was, of course, my wife. (For more exciting content about the school's English teacher, please visit: www.de_deai.c0m.)
In a small alley near the school, three teenagers, around seventeen or eighteen years old, stared at her and talked amongst themselves.
"Damn, this slut. I'll make her writhe and struggle under me sooner or later," said a burly boy. This boy, named Dajun, used to boxing; he was strong and muscular.
"Struggling is nothing. I'll fuck her until she begs for mercy,"
said another tall, thin boy. This boy, named Laogan, was tall and thin with long hair, which he always used to cover half his face. He looked cool, the kind of look many naive young girls liked.
"I'll fuck her until she cries for her parents,"
said the last boy. This guy, Xiaoming, has a baby face, big eyes, and a dimple when he smiles. He's usually very mischievous and childish, and his friends always tease him, saying he's like a sissy.
"Come on. Your little thing can make her scream for her parents?" the other two laughed.
Xiaoming held out his hand, looked at a red mark on his palm, and said, "She hit my palm with a cane today, I'm going to get my revenge a hundredfold."
"How are you going to get revenge?"
Lao Gan asked.
"I'm going to use the cane to poke her uterus a hundred times, until she screams for her parents," Xiaoming said.
"Oh... so that's how you're going to make her scream for her parents? We thought you could make her scream for her parents with your little thing,"
the other two mocked him.
"I don't believe it. She's said a lot of things to you guys, don't you want to torture her?" Xiaoming challenged.
"To be honest, I really do want to. I want to punch her in the stomach," Dajun said. "When I used to practice boxing and hit the punching bag, my hands would hurt so much that I would imagine the bag was a woman's soft stomach, and that would help me keep going. Now, when I see her flat, slightly curved stomach, I want to punch her a few times."
"What about you?"
Xiaoming asked Laogan.
"Now that you mention it, I've thought about it too. I want to slap her big breasts like I'm slapping her face. Slap them left and right. Slap them until they're red and swollen, and then grab, pinch, squeeze, and knead them hard." Laogan gestured with his hands as he spoke, as if he really had a pair of big breasts in his hands.
"Do you guys want your dreams to come true?"
A man in a black suit and black sunglasses walked up from behind and said to them. The man was of medium build, around thirty years old, and had a mustache around his lips.
"Hey, Big Brother's here."
The three teenagers greeted the man.
"Did Big Brother hear what we were saying?"
Xiaoming asked. They had been so engrossed in their wife's beautiful back view that they hadn't noticed the man in black appearing behind them.
"I heard you. Do you want your dreams to come true?" the man in black repeated.
"Of course we do,"
the three boys replied.
"If you really want it, I can help you achieve it." "Great! What should we do?"
Lao Gan asked.
"Go back to school, check her information in the archives. Where does she live? What's her husband's name? Where does he work? Then tell me tomorrow,"
the man in black said. "Oh, and buy some modeling clay. Find an opportunity to imprint her key on it."
"Okay. No problem."
The three boys chatted with the man in black for a while longer, then said goodbye and left.
These three boys were students in their wife's class. They didn't like studying and often skipped class to play games at internet cafes. A little over a month ago, they got into a fight at an internet cafe. The other side outnumbered them, and the three boys were about to be at a disadvantage when the man in black appeared and resolved the situation for them. Later, they encountered the man in black several times in internet cafes. He paid for them to play games and eat. The three boys recognized him as their leader and wanted to follow him. The
wife had no idea what was happening on her way home from work, let alone that a mysterious figure had already reached out to her.
************
Shortly after she got home from work, I also returned home. I saw my wife wasn't very happy, so I asked her what was wrong.
She said that three boys from her class had climbed over the dormitory wall the previous night, and the dormitory teacher had discovered them during room checks and recorded it. As a result, my wife wouldn't get her bonus this month. My wife was furious and scolded the three of them in front of the whole class. One of them even talked back, so my wife whipped his hand.

"Was it those three boys again? What's their name, Dajun, Xiaoming?" I asked. My wife always mentioned them to me, and I gradually remembered them.
"Yes, it's those three. These three kids are really outrageous. They used to just go to internet cafes to play games, but now I hear they've hooked up with some gangster. That gangster gives them money, and they even dare to sneak out at night to play."
"Don't take it so seriously. Don't upset my little wife over that little bonus," I comforted my wife.
"There aren't many kids in your class who study seriously, so why are you always bothering those three? Is it because you've got your eye on them?"
I teased her.
"Go away. Don't mention students to me again. I'd rather die of pent-up desire than have any more students," my wife said unhappily.
Over a year ago, my wife frequently held group sex parties with her previous students. The largest one had over 50 people participating, mostly men, with very few women, and these men's target was my wife.
In the past year, my wife has slept with at least 80 or 90 men, if not a hundred. Of course, most of them weren't her students; she only had about a dozen. Those men who weren't her students didn't know her identity.
As her students graduated, the main organizers, Da Wang and Huang Mao, were both going abroad. They were worried that if similar group sex gatherings involving wives continued, the lack of a strong organizer would make it difficult to control the situation and could easily lead to injuries to the wives. Therefore, they decided to stop these activities.
My wife and I both attended the last graduation group sex gathering. There were over 30 people there, all men. Aside from about ten of her students, the rest were introduced by others.
Near the end of the gathering, Da Wang and Huang Mao pulled me aside and said, "Brother, we're going abroad after graduation, and it might be a few years before we come back. I'm worried that after we leave, these men will keep coming to see our teacher. Without anyone to control them, we're afraid she'll get hurt."
Da Wang pointed to the group of men enthusiastically having sex with my wife.
"You know her personality," he continued, "she likes men surrounding her. If these men don't come to her, she won't be able to stand it."

"Look at those guys," 　　I said.
"They have no self-control at all. If we hadn't forced them to only ejaculate inside each of them once, letting them do whatever they wanted, they could have killed the teacher in one night." The blond-haired guy said. "You're right. But when Yangyang feels she can't take it anymore, she'll tell us to stop." I said.
"Brother, you don't understand the teacher as well as we do. She's the kind of person who can play, go crazy, and cause trouble. If someone puts her in a difficult position and asks if she can continue, she'll do anything to keep going. And these guys, if the teacher really says she can't take it anymore, do you think they'll stop?"
the blond-haired guy said.
"You're right
," I said. "But how do you control those guys from coming to Yangyang? And even if they don't come to her, she'll go to them." "
Those outsiders, we don't need to worry about them. They don't know where to look for the teacher. We just need to control our own classmates. We absolutely can't let them come to the teacher. If anyone does, we'll break their legs when we find out,"
the king said domineeringly.
Huang Mao continued, "We know the teacher's temper. If her students don't come to her, she'll definitely think we're fickle. Her pride will be hurt, and she certainly won't come to us on her own initiative." "Then aren't you taking the blame?"
I said.
"There's nothing we can do. We'll organize an activity again when we come back in a few years. We'll explain to the teacher then," Huang Mao said. "Brother, don't tell the teacher about this. I'm afraid she'll find out and go to those students herself." "Okay. I won't say anything,"
I agreed, glancing at my wife taking a semen bath not far away. I was filled with mixed emotions. "This lucky woman, so many men treat you well, and even after leaving you, they still care about you." My wife was kept in the dark, unaware that her students weren't coming to her because of this. Although she didn't usually say anything, she must be very angry inside. So, whenever I mentioned her students, she became agitated.
"The old students have graduated, can't you find new students?"
I continued to persuade her.
"No, no. I'm telling you, don't mention students to me again,"
my wife said angrily.
"Okay, okay, I won't mention it again."
************
The next day, in a small alley outside the school, the man in black and three boys met together.
"Did you succeed?"
the man in black asked.
"Yes, we succeeded. Here's some modeling clay, and here's her information."
Dajun handed a piece of paper and a bag of modeling clay to the man in black.
"Well done,"
the man in black praised. "I'll contact you again in a few days."
************
A few days later, the man in black and the three boys met again.
"Here, take these things."
The man in black handed a plastic bag to the three students. "Here's her house key, a bottle of ether, and a digital camera. Get to her house before she gets home tonight, hide, and when she goes inside, use the ether to drug her. Then pose her in various lewd positions and take pictures. Can you do it?" "This..."

The three students hesitated for a moment. They usually talked a big game, but when it came to actually doing it, they couldn't keep up.
"What are you afraid of? As long as you don't take any money, it's not theft. If you don't penetrate her, it's not rape. If you don't threaten her with photos afterward, it's not extortion. There's nothing illegal about it, so what are you afraid of?" the man in black said.
"Okay. Let's do it. Then why go through all this trouble if we don't penetrate her?" Dajun said.
"I'm telling you not to penetrate her this time. This is just a setup. If the setup is done well, she'll throw herself at you later,"
the man in black said. "From now on, just do as I say, and it won't be long before she becomes your plaything."
"Big brother, you're so good to us. How can we repay you?" Xiaoming said.
"Once you've trained that woman well, give her to me to play with, that's how you repay me." "Big brother, did you already have your eye on our teacher? That's why you helped us settle things at the internet cafe and gave us money to spend, right?"
Laogan asked.
"Hey, you've got a good eye, kid. You figured that out." The man in black said, "If it weren't for your teacher, how would I know you guys? Hahaha."
Xiao Ming nudged Lao Gan and said to the man in black, "It's our good fortune to know you, Big Brother. From now on, if you follow Big Brother, you can have any beautiful women you want. Right, Big Brother?"
"That's right. Listen to me, I can't guarantee you'll be able to conquer other women, but your teacher will definitely be yours." "Big Brother, I have another question."
Xiao Ming said, "What if her husband comes back when we go to her house?" "Well, I've already thought of that. Her husband works at the city's central hospital and is on duty today, so he can't come back."
The man in black said.
"How did you know he's on duty today, Big Brother?"
"I checked at the hospital. Every department in the hospital has a duty roster, that's where I saw it." "Big Brother is amazing. Big Brother, wait for our good news tonight." The three boys quickly headed towards my house.
************
After getting off work, my wife went to the market to buy groceries. After she returned home from grocery shopping and changed her shoes, a handkerchief suddenly appeared from behind and covered her mouth and nose, rendering her unconscious.
The three boys gently laid their wife on the ground and hurriedly stripped her naked. Seeing her naked body, the three men were so excited that their breathing became heavy, and their pants bulged. They forgot to take pictures and rushed over to fondle her body. One squeezed her breasts hard, another pinched her lower abdomen, and the third played with her genitals.
After fondling her for a while, Dajun suddenly pulled down his pants, revealing his large penis. His penis was thick and big, and he immediately shoved it into his wife's mouth. "Take pictures quickly!" he shouted to Xiaoming.
Xiaoming's hand left his wife's genitals, and hesitantly picked up the camera, taking several close-up shots of his wife's face. Just after taking the close-up shots, Dajun couldn't help but ejaculate, spraying his wife's face. Xiaoming quickly took a few more pictures.
Old Gan also took off his pants, straddled his wife, cupped her breasts in his hands, and clamped his large penis between them. His penis wasn't as thick as Da Jun's, but it was long, and the head was slightly curved. He rubbed his penis against his wife's breasts incessantly, and soon ejaculated. Of course, all of this was captured on camera.
Seeing that they had both ejaculated, Xiao Ming threw the camera to Da Jun and hurriedly pulled out his own penis. Before it was even fully out, he excitedly ejaculated, covering his wife. The other two laughed loudly, mocking Xiao Ming for being a quick shooter.
While they were doing this, they didn't notice that in the crack of the closet, a very hidden camera was recording everything that happened. Meanwhile, far away in a private office in the city center hospital, a person in a white coat was watching through a computer.
That person was me. Astute readers may have already guessed, the man in black with sunglasses was also me.
I directed this whole play. The actors are all in character now, so as the director, I only need to control the overall direction; the details are handled by the actors themselves.
************
The wife slowly woke up from her unconsciousness. She found herself naked, covered in semen, and cried in fright. While crying, she used tissues to wipe the semen from her body and face, and checked the house. After checking around and finding nothing stolen, she calmed down a little.
She rushed into the shower and washed herself repeatedly. Although nearly a hundred men had slept with her before, it had all been consensual. This time it wasn't consensual, so she felt very uncomfortable.
She rinsed off the semen and pointed the showerhead at her genitals. Suddenly, she realized there was no semen in her vagina.
"How strange. The people who came in didn't want money or anyone else. What do they want?" the wife thought.
The water rushed into her vagina, quickly arousing pleasure. With the pleasure overwhelmed, the wife didn't think about anything else and indulged in a blissful moment.

After this incident, my wife didn't tell me. Even though I saw everything that happened at home from the hospital, I didn't say anything. My wife had no idea that I had installed several cameras in the house. Later, my wife made an excuse, saying that she had accidentally lost her key and changed the lock. She didn't mention the intruders either. A
few more days passed, and my wife gradually forgot about it. One noon, the three boys called my wife to the edge of the playground. "Teacher, this letter is something my older brother asked us to give you." They handed my wife an envelope and left.
My wife found it strange. "I don't know your older brother, why would he write me a letter? Is it a love letter? You
're so old, why are you so childish?"
My wife returned to her seat, opened the envelope, and a photo fell out. My wife looked at it and quickly stuffed the photo back into the envelope.
It was a nude photo of my wife, her eyes half-closed, with a large penis in her mouth.
"What's going on? When was this photo taken?"
My wife's mind raced. "That's right, it must have been that day." The wife quickly confirmed it; it was the day someone broke into the house that happened.
"Oh no. What should I do? Call the police? No, that would ruin my reputation. Let them blackmail me?
Fine, I'll let them have their way with me. My husband likes me being played with anyway." The wife quickly made a decision.
The wife flipped through the envelope again and found another note inside. She took out the note, which read:
"You must do as I say, or I'll let the whole school see your picture. I require you to wear a crop top to work tomorrow. Specifically: your navel must be 20cm above your navel and 20cm below your navel. Of course, the more the better."
"What a strange requirement!"
the wife thought after reading the note. "What good would it do him if I wore that?" The wife did own such an outfit, but she was too embarrassed to wear it to work. She spent the whole afternoon thinking about what excuse she could use to wear it tomorrow.
Near the end of the school day, she went to the classroom. "Class, tomorrow in our English class, we'll be talking about a masquerade ball. To make it even more effective, I suggest everyone wear clothes they don't usually wear to class. For example, uniforms. Flight attendants, office ladies, navy uniforms, and so on." "Great! Great!"
The students cheered; they loved this different way of teaching.
"Teacher, what are you wearing tomorrow?"
a student asked.
"I plan to wear a navy uniform,"
my wife replied.
"I'm going to wear a queen's outfit,"
a girl said.
"I'm going to wear a vampire outfit,"
a boy also said.
"Alright, alright. That's all for today. School's out. Remember to dress something special tomorrow." My wife finished speaking and dismissed the class.
************
The next day, my wife wore a dark blue navy uniform. The uniform was divided into two parts; the top only reached the lower edge of her breasts, and the bottom was a very short pair of shorts. She also wore a red belt, tall black boots, and a white navy hat. She looked dashing and sexy.
[center][imgsrc= ……/txt/02.jpg][/center] Figure 2: This is the navy uniform.
As soon as she left home, she caused a sensation; many people stared at her. She had to take a taxi to school. Once inside, the male teachers' eyes were practically glued to her. Fortunately, many of the women in her class were dressed provocatively and sexily, so she didn't stand out so much.
When she entered the classroom for English class, the room erupted in excitement. Students took out their phones to take pictures of her and showered her with compliments. She was very happy.
Soon, amidst the pleasant feeling of being praised by everyone, it was noon. The three boys came to find her again.
"Teacher, you're so beautiful. We took so many pictures, our phones are all dead." The wife didn't say anything, but she was secretly delighted.
"Teacher, this is a letter from our eldest brother."
They handed her another letter.
The wife suddenly asked, "Do you know what's written in the letter?" The three boys were taken aback at first, then shook their heads. The wife knew immediately they were lying.
The wife didn't confront them. She took the letter back to her desk and opened the envelope. The note inside nearly made her explode with anger. It contained only one sentence: "My request today is the same as yesterday's." The wife was to wear clothes that showed 20cm above and below her navel to work tomorrow. "I already had a costume party today, I can't use that trick again tomorrow. What should I do? What should I wear tomorrow?" The wife kept thinking about this question.
Another day passed. The wife wore low-waisted jeans in the morning, ensuring 20cm below her navel was visible.
She wore a white shirt. When she arrived at school, she unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of her shirt and tied the two corners in front, again showing 20cm above her navel.

During class, the students continued to compliment her, praising her figure, her slim waist, large breasts, and fair skin.
The wife was very happy. Soon it was noon again, and the three boys brought new instructions. The instructions were exactly the same. And this same instruction continued for a whole week.
For several days in a row, my wife wore crop tops, sometimes with a short skirt, sometimes with jeans; sometimes with a shirt, sometimes with a t-shirt. Of course, she always tied the top up so that her waist wouldn't be exposed.
[center][imgsrc= ……/ txt/ 03.jpg][/center] Figure 3: Sometimes when she wore this outfit to school and was checked by students, she would pull the skirt down and tie the top in a knot at the waist. This way, she could ensure that about 20cm above and below her navel were exposed.
In the past few days, his wife's popularity had skyrocketed; students and teachers alike were eager to see her. She found work enjoyable, and even found weekends at home boring.
************
A week later, one afternoon, three students found her, handed her a package, and said, "Our boss said you have to wear this tomorrow."
"Where's your boss? Does he dare see me?"
his wife asked haughtily.
The three students stammered and remained silent.
Seeing this, his wife put one hand on her bare waist and pointed at them with the other, saying, "You three rascals, you don't even have a boss, do you? Are you just making fun of me?" "No, no,"
the three shook their heads.
"Hmph,"
his wife snorted, then snatched the package from the old man's hand and turned to leave.
"Sigh. Is she going to wear it tomorrow or not?"
The three students thought his wife wouldn't agree to their demands, but instead, she
took the package. When his wife returned home, she found it was a miniskirt and a small black silk flower.
She studied it for a long time before realizing that it was actually a pair of sexy lingerie. Wearing it made her genitals look like a little flower blooming.
The next day, as promised, the wife wore a short skirt and the flower to work. Today she didn't wear anything revealing, disappointing those hoping for a glimpse. They didn't know that the wife was even more wanton today.
At noon, as the wife had been waiting for, three students came to find her. They came to a secluded spot at the edge of the playground, and the wife quickly asked, "Tell me quickly, what are your requirements for tomorrow?" "Don't rush, teacher. I haven't checked today's homework yet," Xiaoming said.
"How will you check?"
the wife asked.
"Let us see and we'll know,"
Dajun said with a lewd grin.
"No way,"
the wife disagreed, "Do you even have that so-called 'big brother'? If you do, why doesn't he dare come to see me?"
"Of course we do. We take pictures of you every day and send them to the 'big brother.' Then the 'big brother' gives us new instructions,"
Xiaoming said. The first half of his statement was true, but the second half was a lie. I asked them to send me photos of my wife every day, but they came up with new instructions each day.
"You're taking photos today too?"
my wife asked.
"Yes,"
they nodded.
"Give me your phone,"
my wife said to Lao Gan.
"What?"
Lao Gan was taken aback; he didn't understand what my wife wanted to do, but he still handed her the phone.
My wife took the phone, switched to the camera, and then put the phone under her skirt. With a "click," the photo was taken. "Here you go, report to your boss," my wife said, and swayed away.
"Let me see, let me see!"
After my wife left, Xiao Ming and Da Jun desperately tried to grab Lao Gan's phone. "Wow, what a pretty little flower!" an exclamation rang out behind my wife.
[center][imgsrc= ……/ txt/ 04.jpg][/center] Figure 4: Black Little Flower In the following days, they tried various methods to get my wife to wear it.
For example, a bow.
This bow wasn't for a collar, but for a sex toy, an adult product. It was a butterfly-shaped adult toy with four straps for tying around the waist and hips. Once tied, the butterfly would be securely positioned in the vagina. The tail, about 2-3 centimeters long, would extend into the vagina, and the butterfly's small mouth had a slit that would engage the clitoris. After wearing the butterfly, the wife would notice that with each step, the butterfly would continuously stimulate her vagina and clitoris.
During the inspection, they naturally took photos up her skirt.
Then they gave the wife nipple clamps. She wore them on her nipples, with a bra over them. During the inspection, all three of them touched her large breasts through the bra.
Next was a thong made of a single thread. The thong had no fabric, just a few threads; two threads were tied around the waist and hips to prevent it from falling down, and another thread was tied inside her labia to stimulate her. During the inspection, all three of them touched her wet labia.

The wife almost had an orgasm from their touching. From that day on, they dared not check homework on the playground anymore, always finding a secluded spot.
Next came the vibrator; my wife had a vibrator inserted into her vagina, and then she wore slightly more normal underwear over it. While checking homework, the three of them would press hard on my wife's genitals through her underwear, the vibrator moving up and down, bringing her to orgasm.
After these few days of "training," my wife had become addicted to this game. She was even more eager than them to know the next day's assignments. Her desires, dormant for almost a year, were rekindled by their arousal. However, my wife didn't tell me any of this, because she had promised never to have relations with the students again, and she was afraid I would laugh at her for breaking her promise if I found out she had flirted with them again.
The "training" continued. They weren't in a hurry to have sex with my wife; they were waiting for her to completely change.
After the vibrator was inserted into her vagina, a vibrating egg was inserted into her anus. While checking homework, the three of them took turns inserting their fingers into my wife's anus and feeling the vibrating egg.
Then, an egg was inserted into her vagina. After much deliberation, the wife finally inserted a hard-boiled egg. The three of them then took turns inserting their fingers into her vagina and feeling for the egg.
Finding the hard-boiled egg unsatisfying, they made her insert a raw egg. The wife, already addicted to the game, naturally did as instructed the next day. While checking their work, Lao Gan and Xiao Ming first inserted their fingers into the wife's vagina and felt for the raw egg. They inserted one finger at a time, then two, and finally three, widening the opening of her vagina.
After their fingers were removed, Da Jun inserted his middle finger. With a snap, the egg broke. It turned out Da Jun had a screw cap on his middle finger, which he used to crack the egg. Yellow and white liquid dripped down the wife's stockings. The wife screamed and ran to the toilet. When she came out, the stockings were gone.
"Teacher, where are your stockings?"
they asked, seeing that the wife was only wearing a short skirt and a t-shirt, leaving no room for them.
"Here,"
the wife pointed to the center of her lower abdomen.
"What? You put it inside your body?"
The three boys were incredibly excited.
"Yes. Where else would I put it?"
the wife said casually.
"Teacher, you're amazing!"
************
That night, I overheard three students' phone reports. Feeling the time was right, I told them on the phone, "Big brother, I've done almost everything for you. Whether you can get her depends on tomorrow." "
What about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is Friday. Her husband has a night shift and won't be home. You suggest to her that you want to go to her house for dinner this weekend. If she takes you there, you should seize the opportunity. Those who don't are pigs," I said.
"Okay. We'll listen to you, big brother,"
they said confidently.
************
On Friday, my wife wore a pink bra, pink semi-transparent silk panties, a floral skirt, and a white t-shirt, with a vibrator inserted inside her. In a secluded corner of the school, the three children didn't check homework as usual. Xiao Ming said to his wife, "Teacher, it's the weekend. We boarding students have it so tough; we have nowhere to go on weekends. The school cafeteria doesn't have anything good to eat." His wife's heart softened, and she said, "Why don't you come to my house for dinner? I'll make you some ribs." She figured her husband wouldn't be home that night anyway, so bringing a few students home wouldn't hurt.
"Okay, okay! Teacher is so kind to us!"
the three children exclaimed with laughter.
"Your teacher is kind to you, so you have to listen to her. You're not allowed to go to internet cafes anymore. Playing games is fine, but if you get led astray by bad people, that would be terrible,"
his wife lectured them.
"Teacher, we don't want to go either. It's just that the weather is getting warmer, and we can't sleep at night. We can only release our energy at internet cafes," Da Jun said
, brimming with boundless energy with nowhere to go.
"Hehe, teacher, you don't know, do you?"
Xiaoming said with a mischievous grin, "Dajun always puffs up his blanket every night and keeps complaining that he can't sleep because he can't hold it in."
"You little rascal, are you asking for a beating?"
Dajun glared at him, and Xiaoming quickly stopped smiling. "Teacher, those two aren't much better. I've seen them masturbating in their beds all the time."
"Go away, you naughty kids, what are you thinking about all day?" His wife scolded them. "Come with me after school today." ************
Soon, school was over. His wife brought the three boys home. As soon as they entered the house, his wife went straight to the kitchen to cook for them. This time, the three of them carefully observed the items in the room, which they hadn't paid any attention to last time.
"Oh, that's the teacher's wedding photo. It's so beautiful."
The three of them said excitedly when they saw the wedding photo in the bedroom.

"Huh? Why do I feel like the teacher's husband looks a bit like my older brother?" Dajun asked doubtfully.
"He does look a bit like him,"
Xiaoming said.
"Similar? Not at all. The teacher's husband doesn't have a beard, but Big Brother has a full beard," Lao Gan retorted.
"We just said it's somewhat similar, not that it's actually true,"
Xiao Ming's tone softened.
I was watching them from my hospital office at the time, and I couldn't help but smile when I heard them say this. These kids are really naive. You can buy fake beards anywhere! I had heard my wife talk about them before, and I knew they were simple-minded and easy to control, so I chose them to "train" my wife. They had no idea that the people who caused trouble for them at the internet cafe were also arranged by me. When I stepped in and chased away those thugs with a few words, they thought I was a local gangster boss. Actually, those thugs were paid by me to put on an act.
The three of them observed for a while and found that some places in the house needed cleaning, so they started doing the housework voluntarily. My wife finished cooking and saw them doing housework, and she was very moved. She said to them, "You three are such good kids. Don't go out and hang out with those outsiders in the future." They agreed.
During the meal, the wife kept piling food onto their plates, urging them to eat more. The three boys were somewhat touched. While his wife went to refill their bowls, Xiaoming whispered, "Our teacher is so good to us, should we still do 'that' today? That would be so unfair to her!"

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