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A night with the teacher's wife 

I work in agricultural pest ecology research, specializing in the feasibility study of introducing natural enemies of rice lepidopteran pests. Our research group is based in the mountains, led by Professor Qin Fang, who is also my mentor.
Just as our research was showing promise, Professor Qin Fang suddenly passed away due to illness, which was undoubtedly a huge blow to our research group. The Australian red-eyed cricket (Trichogramma 2) is a newly introduced species, and the feasibility theory and experiments for its introduction were independently proposed and overseen by Professor Qin. With his passing, no other professor in the institute will be able to take his place, and the project has been stagnant for several years, consuming a great deal of manpower and funds, becoming a major concern for the institute's leadership. Therefore, the project group is highly likely to be disbanded.
Under these circumstances, two colleagues have already left the group. One of them is my girlfriend. Our relationship wasn't really romantic; it was mainly due to the loneliness of the mountains, requiring physical comfort from each other. To be precise, we were probably in a sexual relationship. She felt that Professor Qin's death was actually a good thing. After contacting a company, she encouraged me to go with her. I was tempted too. Although it meant changing careers, it was better than this hopeless research project, and the high salary was also tempting. So
I decided to say goodbye to Professor Xu Huishan, my mentor's wife, who lived in the provincial capital. Coincidentally, Professor Xu Huishan arrived at the residence that very day, looking travel-worn.
She was noticeably thinner and darker; the blow of losing a husband was unimaginable for a woman in her forties. When I helped her tidy up the room where Professor Qin had stayed, I worried that she would cry because of the things she saw, but she calmly and carefully arranged all her belongings. I was surprised; she clearly intended to stay there for a long time. My mentor's wife was one of the institute's leaders. Did this mean that the institute had decided to keep our project team and let her take over?
"Xiaolei, I know you're planning to leave." My teacher's wife looked at me sternly and said, "That woman of yours called and told me that everything was arranged for your studio. I gave her a good scolding and have already rejected that company for you. I made the arrangements with the company's leader separately."
I was stunned. My teacher's wife always acted decisively and thoroughly. What if I were to say goodbye to her?
"The institute has decided that the project team will continue working until it succeeds. Xiaolei, I don't want you to be a deserter at this time, dismantling the platform that more than a dozen people have worked so hard to build over the years; I also don't believe that Lao Qin and my most cherished disciple are people without loyalty to the cause, people who run away from difficulties and money."
"Teacher, I understand these principles. But the current situation is that our mentor has passed away, and there is no one to lead the work. Without someone who deeply understands the theory and has the potential for theoretical development to take charge, the work will only stagnate. Even if you, teacher, take over, it won't work."
"I have found that person, it's you!" My mentor's wife stared at me and said, "The institute has appointed you as the project team leader, in charge of the whole project. I'm not leaving this time either, I'll assist you and be your deputy."
I was a little stunned, I really wasn't prepared for this. As a doctoral student, my qualifications are still shallow, and there are professors in the team; more importantly, I have only ever assisted Professor Qin, I don't have any theoretical ideas for this project, where do I get the confidence?
My teacher's wife had already stood up, patting my shoulder and saying, "I know exactly who you are. Anyone who disagrees with you will have to get past me first. For both public and private reasons, you must succeed! I don't want people to think that Lao Qin did something destined to fail; and I don't believe you lack the guts!"
My legs went weak, and I plopped down on the rattan chair.
Two years later, research on the efficient reproduction of species was successful. Although it was only one aspect, it undoubtedly showed a glimmer of hope.
Gazing at the red-eyed beetles dancing in the sky, my excitement reached a fever pitch, and I eagerly assigned my team members to track and observe the rice paddies within a hundred miles. Moreover, I kept grinning and telling my teacher's wife that success wasn't due to anyone's efforts, but luck—luck that struck the most unexpected chord of inspiration. To this nonsense, my teacher's wife only gave me a flick on the forehead, not joining in the frenzy; I think she kept her joy hidden.
Only my mentor's wife and I remained at the base. Even the cook had been sent out; the mountainous terrain was complex, and we had to ensure each group had enough personnel. The southernmost observation post, however, became my biggest worry—it was the furthest point, and we simply couldn't send anyone there.
Within a day, I couldn't contain myself any longer and told my mentor's wife I wanted to go there alone to investigate. She firmly disagreed, thinking it was too dangerous; the treacherous mountain paths alone would take three or four days. When she couldn't persuade me otherwise, she said she wanted to come with me. Of course, I disagreed; such a large base needed someone to stay and watch over it! After much arguing, she finally agreed to stay.
The next day, I set off with my pack. Aside from the fresh air, everything else in the mountains was difficult. Carrying dozens of kilograms of weight, climbing over high ridges, the sweat and panting from the effort far outweighed any sense of awe at the summit.
After walking all morning, I was practically exhausted. When I finally reached Maple Tree Pass and was about to eat, I saw my teacher's wife leaning against a tall ginkgo tree, grinning at me. "You little rascal, slower than a snail! I've been waiting for you for an hour!"
I understood immediately. She was worried about me going alone, but also afraid I'd send her back, so she'd left early to meet me here. What could I say but be moved?
I looked at her bag and asked, "Did you bring a tent?"
"Of course I did, where would I sleep tonight?"
I chuckled, and she gave me a sharp tap on the head. "I'm your teacher's wife! If you think anything of it, you'll be sorry!"
We climbed mountain after mountain, tired but relaxed and happy. We didn't talk much about work, just chatting idly. When she walked ahead, I admired her back. My teacher's wife had a great figure, which definitely aroused my desire. Two years of being together had made me like her, but I'd never expressed it to her. I was also afraid of the awkwardness of not being able to speak, and I was also hoping that my clever teacher's wife would realize my feelings for her and take the initiative to say something. Was it possible? I wondered.
After walking for three days, at dusk on the fifth day, we reached the bottom of a valley in a large mountain. The continuous mountain road and the heavy load had exhausted us, so we decided to set up tents in the valley for the night.
After setting up the two tents, my teacher's wife and I went to the river to bathe; she had changed into a thin cotton nightgown, and I was only wearing my underwear; we just washed quickly to dry off the sweat, and we would take turns to wash more thoroughly before going to bed.
The river was not wide, but the water was clear. I carefully looked at the terrain around me, but suddenly felt uneasy, fearing that there might be a sudden flash flood during the night.
Hearing my concerns, my teacher's wife seemed reluctant to leave this convenient bathing spot, saying, "I'm exhausted. Rebuilding would take until night, and there's nowhere suitable to find. Flash floods usually only occur after rain! Look at this sunny day, the river is almost dry." Seeing my hesitation, she shook her wet hair and laughed, "Fine, I'll listen to you. Do you think I'll work myself to death?" But I felt sorry for her exhaustion and abandoned the idea of moving. Honestly, I didn't want to move either, and besides, how much of a wave could such a narrow river create?
Dinner was again instant noodles and portable food. Seeing that my teacher's wife didn't want to eat, I was worried she'd get hungry and wanted to get her something hot to eat, even just a pot of hot water would do. But looking at the lush green vegetation covering the ravine, I couldn't help but feel discouraged; there were no dead trees or dry firewood to burn.
My teacher's wife sensed my meaning and said, "Xiaolei, make me something nice to eat when we get to the residents' homes in the observation area!"
"Are you kidding me? Would you even eat what I make?"
"Why don't you just agree and coax your teacher?" She angrily tore open the instant noodles and took a big bite.
"Teacher, do you think people will gossip about us coming out like this?"
"I'm an old woman, what do I care about gossip? You're the one who should be concerned, you're not getting any younger and you still don't have a girlfriend."
"What's the point of looking? Having the teacher with me is enough. Besides, I wouldn't even look at those women."
"Nonsense! If you keep spouting such irrelevant nonsense, I'm not talking to you anymore."
That night, we were already asleep. The two tents were placed close together, both with mosquito coils lit. These wilderness tents were cleverly designed, with screens at both ends, allowing for air circulation, making it manageable to sleep in the sweltering valley.
But I couldn't sleep. My mind was filled with thoughts of my teacher's wife—her mouth, her nose, her warm voice. Even the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were so beautiful. Without those wrinkles, her mature beauty and weathered soul wouldn't be so apparent. If these qualities were used in our sex life, in our passionate embrace, how much sorrow and helplessness would she feel under my frenzied assault?
No! No! I wouldn't be rough with my gentle teacher's wife, I would… Thinking this, I couldn't help but pull down my underwear, my hand reaching for my genitals. I felt the heat surging and churning within me, threatening to explode if I didn't release it. With the frantic movements of my hand, I reached my climax, panting heavily and even letting out a groan.
"Xiaolei…" my teacher's wife called from the opposite tent. I suppressed my moans and released, my whole body immersed in wave after wave of pleasure. I seemed to hear my teacher's wife calling, but I was too preoccupied to pay attention.
"Xiaolei," my teacher's wife called again. I responded, but didn't say anything more.
"Xiaolei, were you masturbating just now?" my teacher's wife asked softly.
My whole body trembled violently, terrified that my shameful act would be discovered by my teacher's wife. But the quiet valley, my panting, and the close proximity of the two tents betrayed me, making me tense with shame amidst my weariness.
"That's not good, Xiaolei. We're exhausted from the day, and now you're masturbating, which will harm your health. A habit of masturbation can lead to premature ejaculation, which won't be good for your future family," my teacher's wife said gently and kindly.
I wasn't surprised that she would so directly address the topic of sex. Living together day and night had made us so open and honest with each other, and besides, she was always someone who dared to speak her mind.
"Teacher."
"Hmm?"
"Could you help me in the future? I did this because I like you, teacher," I said boldly.
"How can I help?"
"You figure that out yourself."
After a long pause, I heard an angry voice: "You bastard! I'm your teacher's wife, I've always treated you like a son. How could you have such lewd thoughts? If you had any sense of shame, you would know what you absolutely cannot do, otherwise, what will become of your person and family?"
"Teacher..."
"Don't say anything today."
I heard her clearly turn over, her back to me.
My cheeks flushed red, I was filled with extreme shame. Disappointment coupled with the despondency after masturbation made her reprimand feel like a needle, piercing me and making me feel insignificant. That single needle prick drained all my flesh and blood, my very spirit.
In my dream, I felt like I was floating, groping in a vast sea of clouds, only to lose my way, falling from the mist into the water, struggling. The water was icy cold, its chill jolting me awake.
When I awoke, there was indeed water in the tent, already up to halfway up my body. I immediately jumped up, realizing what had happened; at that moment, a distant rumble like thunder came from outside the tent, and I instantly rushed out. My
teacher's wife in the other tent was screaming my name. Like a wild beast, I tore through the tent screen, grabbed her, and pulled her out. The water level was rising rapidly. My teacher's wife
cried out, "Is it a flash flood?" I didn't answer. The moon was full, illuminating the valley in a silvery light, and a deafening roar echoed through the air. In the distance, a massive, overwhelming wave surged in, like a dark, imposing wall, moving swiftly and cleanly.
There was no time to think of a solution. I pulled my teacher's wife towards the riverbank cliff. What appeared narrow during the day now seemed vast under the moonlight. I could barely move; the water was already hip-deep, each step dragging me like a lead bucket. I gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her even harder, but she could barely move. I turned to look at her; she was only wearing a bra and underwear, staring at me frantically. In that instant, our eyes met in a single glance—it was the end.
The highest tide had arrived mercilessly, crashing down like a mountain, crashing towards us. I held my teacher's wife tightly, pressing her down, arching my back to meet the raging torrent. In just that one moment, a tremendous force slammed us into the water. My back ached, and the pain from my face and chest hitting the rocks underwater was excruciating. For a moment, I didn't feel myself fainting, and my teacher's wife, whom I was clinging to in my right arm, was still moving.
Just as I was secretly relieved that things weren't too bad yet, another tremendous force rose from the bottom of the water, violently pushing our chests and abdomens upwards. We tumbled and rolled in the water, one somersault after another. I clung tightly to my teacher's wife, and I felt that she was clinging to me just as tightly. But then, an even greater force crashed down, as if to shatter everything. In an instant, I felt a void in my chest; my teacher's wife had been swept away by the raging current, vanished without a trace. At that moment, my mind went blank, and I began to choke on water, spinning and churning.
When I surfaced, the highest wave had already receded into the distance, and the waves that followed, though surging one after another, were no longer so fierce. I drifted with the current, trying to conserve my strength for the unpredictable future. The wide river was covered with broken tree trunks and branches from the flash flood, and thick layers of foam, but no one appeared to be floating.
I kept calling out for my teacher's wife until my voice was hoarse, but all I heard in response was the roar of the raging tide ahead and the increasing roar of the waves behind. I knew my teacher's wife was in danger. An unspeakable grief suffocated me. Teacher's wife, teacher's wife, teacher's wife… I couldn't think of any more regrets. Before, whatever I had thought, I could have avoided this catastrophic disaster!
On this vast expanse of water, I felt utterly alone. Several times I tried to swim to the shore, but the current forced me back, leaving me only to stare helplessly at the dark riverbank under the moonlight. What would it feel like to drown? I thought this, but I wasn't afraid. My teacher's wife had already tasted it; I would just go along with her. In another world, perhaps she wouldn't rebuke me for my shameless incestuous thoughts?
Just then, I felt a void beneath me, as if something was pulling my feet down, and my entire body submerged in the water. There was that churning again, my chest and back crashing against boulders; one after another, as if I were being squeezed into a castle filled with giant rocks. I was dizzy and disoriented, the pain stimulating me to stay awake; the benefit of not being dizzy was that I felt my feet were on solid ground, even though my lower body was still in water, it could be called land.
Soon, someone rushed over and hugged me from behind—undoubtedly, it was my teacher's wife. I turned around and hugged her tightly, feeling her hug me tightly too, as if we were trying to squeeze into each other's bodies.
"Teacher, I thought you drowned."
"Xiaolei, I thought you drowned too. I was so sad, I cried so hard!"
We hugged each other and talked like that. If I exerted a little force, she would exert the same force in response.
Her bra was long gone, and her two soft mounds pressed against my chest; I knew she was hiding them in this safe place so I wouldn't see them. She told me that this was a rocky area on the riverbed, and the rapids had swept us to this lucky platform. I nodded and looked
closely at the platform. It was still far from the shore, with rushing water beside it, like an island in a vast ocean. We were still in danger and had to wait until daylight or when the water receded before we could take any further action to escape.
We each leaned against a rock, gazing at the bright Milky Way for a long time. The cold light from the stars was already seeping into our skin; I couldn't ignore our current situation of being cold and hungry, I thought.
"Teacher, you have to listen to me in everything."
"Yes, Xiaolei."
"Okay, come here, get closer to me."
My teacher's wife looked at me hesitantly. She had recovered somewhat from her harrowing experience of life and death and was worried about whether it was reasonable for her to be so close to me. I opened my arms and looked at her expectantly; her face showed hesitation, but her legs moved on their own as she waded through the water to me.
When I held her, she dared not look at me. "We must keep each other warm and get through this midnight," I whispered
, my lips brushing against her earlobe. She said tremblingly, "Okay, but I'm your teacher's wife, you won't... You're a good boy, right, Xiaolei?" She felt it was better to trust me, so she wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, but her trembling intensified. I began to nuzzle her cheek, and she shook her head frantically, but I held her steady with one hand and then kissed her lips.
I think my teacher's wife's mind went blank at that moment, because my tongue, like a nimble snake, darted into her mouth; her tongue tried to evade, but then intertwined with mine. The excitement first stimulated my erection, pressing against the juncture of her thighs.
She frantically pulled her mouth away from mine: "Xiaolei, we're just trying to keep warm. You can kiss me, but don't do anything down there. Give your teacher's wife some dignity, okay?"
"Teacher, can't you tell I like you?" "
But your teacher's wife doesn't like this. You're forcing your teacher's wife to do something she doesn't like."
I was about to explode at that moment, and I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore. I just quickly reached my hand into her panties, wiping the grass to cover the cleft. The entrance to the cleft was very dry. My middle finger went deep into the cleft and found a pool of water. That pool of water quickly flowed down my finger, making my entire finger feel wet.
I murmured, "You don't like it? Teacher, you really don't like it?"
My teacher's wife cried out with a real sob, "I, Lei, don't..." But her body no longer knew what her mouth was saying. She let me pull down my underwear, and with a little effort, she lifted one leg, albeit not a large one, already in a helpless, open position to welcome me.
I don't know how I took off my underwear, or even with her guidance, my hard penis pressed against the crevice and forced its way in, quickly penetrating the wet inside. Its force was like a galloping horse, a howling wind. The poor teacher's wife, after squeezing out a muffled, strange cry, couldn't hear what she said afterward.
We leaned against the stone wall and kept making love, countless times, seemingly without end. That night, it was no longer cold; the teacher's wife was completely drawn into my lewd passion, her expression a mixture of anger, shame, and resentment that made me lose control.
"Lei, you bad boy, your teacher's wife actually wants to do it with you, wants you to do it with your teacher's wife..." Her jade legs hooked around my waist, her lower body enveloping my penis, murmuring incessantly.
We were safe. Standing on the riverbank, I gazed at the surging river and calculated the losses: two laptops, the most sophisticated microscopes and telescopes, photographic equipment, and portable testing tools—the direct losses alone amounted to hundreds of thousands of yuan. More importantly, all the data and experimental results I had accumulated were stored on the computers and notebooks, meaning that years of work had been completely destroyed, and I have a terrible memory. Just thinking about all this made me want to cry.
"Xiaolei, it's a miracle you're alive. We can start over."
"There's my mentor's work diary inside. I always considered it the soul of my theories. Without it, what hope is there for future development?" "
Your mentor's theories and ideas aren't necessarily a guide to success. Why say such spineless things? With your talent, you can definitely forge your own path to success!"
I suddenly turned and stared at her, my eyes gleaming. She looked at me in surprise, covering her chest, trembling, "You... what are you going to do... do you want more?"
I chuckled and moved closer to her; she took two steps back and then suddenly threw herself into my arms, her small fists pounding my back: "Bad boy, I've spoiled you."
We were recuperating at the base, and my mentor's wife had reverted to her old ways, forbidding me from getting close to her. Actually, that closeness was out of necessity. I swear, on that night of nightmares, we did it because the circumstances were extraordinary.
In terms of daily life, my dorm room was no different from hers. She washed all my clothes, and even tidied my messy bed in the mornings, without complaining about my laziness. She treated me like a son, I thought.
I liked spending time in her dorm room at night; it was a clean, tidy, and fragrant space. No matter how long I stayed in her dorm room, she never chased me away. She promised to comb my hair when she felt like it, and if it was too hot, she would listen to me and take off her pajamas, wearing only the bare minimum. I could rest my head on her lap while watching TV, but if I suddenly hugged her too intimately, she would refuse without hesitation.

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