To protect her younger sister, the older sister, who was being coerced...

The morning sun shone through the window next to the pantry, casting its light on the glasses of a woman preparing breakfast. This woman, with her long hair styled in a bun
, was Ke Xianqin. Although she was thirty years old, influenced by her habit of doing yoga and jogging with her "younger sister," Xianqin maintained a good figure: an F-cup bust connected to a taut waist, and below that, a pair of full, pert buttocks, forming an alluring silhouette.
Even though Xianqin wore a very revealing suit, with the shirt buttoned all the way up and a women's blazer over it, and a knee-length, tapering skirt with black pantyhose underneath, this serious attire couldn't conceal her charm. This was perhaps due to her slender legs, which further accentuated her curves, adding a touch of mature feminine glamour to Xianqin's strong, career-woman image.
After finishing her simple work in the kitchen, Xianqin entered the room. Posters of famous Japanese male actors adorned the walls, and below them sat a desk with a shoulder bag, reference books, and a bear-patterned water bottle. A dressing table nearby held basic skincare products like toner and lotion, but not many cosmetics; this was because the room's occupant wasn't yet at the age where such things were necessary.
Xianqin walked to a single bed in the corner of the room, where a young girl lay. For comfort, she wore only a short-sleeved shirt and cute underwear. While she didn't possess Xianqin's enviable figure and curves, her stylish short hair, still ample C-cup breasts, and the toned physique sculpted by exercise gave her a youthful, athletic, and sunny sexiness characteristic of immature women.
Xianqin approached the bedside and gently shook the girl's shoulder until her eyelids began to flutter and slightly open. "Time to get up and get ready," Xianqin said. The girl responded softly, taking Xianqin's hand and getting up. With Xianqin's help, she began to change clothes and fix her hair, then went to the bathroom to wash her face and refresh herself.
After a while, the girl went into the kitchen and sat at the dining table, facing Xianqin.
"Good morning, sister," the girl said.
"Shuyi, good morning!" Xianqin replied. He Shuyi was the name of this young girl in the prime of her life.
The two interacted like sisters while enjoying breakfast, but they were not actually related by blood. Shuyi's parents had passed away when she was young, and she had always been cared for by her older brother, He Jingxiong, and his wife, Xianqin, who was her sister-in-law. Five years ago, Jingxiong also passed away. Xianqin decided to take care of the now lonely and helpless Shuyi alone, seeing Shuyi as a link to her deceased husband, and through caring for Shuyi, she gradually emerged from the grief of losing her husband. Shuyi, who felt guilty for burdening her sister-in-law, hoped to stop her sister-in-law from worrying and to allow her to pursue happiness in another part of her life, striving to learn to be independent and supportive of her sister-in-law. In the process of getting along, the two learned to trust and rely on each other more, becoming more and more like true sisters and true family.

After breakfast, Shuyi took Xianqin's car to Xingyang Private High School, a well-known local school for college entrance exams. Shuyi was a senior student there, and Xianqin was a history teacher.
"Good morning! Teacher Ke, you two are still going to school together like so well!" A slightly chubby but well-built middle-aged man with a strong physique greeted them with a smile.
"Good morning, teacher!" Shuyi responded politely with a smile. "Good morning," Xianqin replied mechanically and reluctantly, offering a perfunctory response before adopting a cold, poker-faced expression.
The middle-aged man was Peng Jiliang, a physical education teacher who also served as the school's discipline director. While he was indeed very skilled in sports, he enjoyed discussing politics in daily life and in class. Even though he was not well-educated, he loved to make unfounded judgments about recent events. He was also very tough and often clashed with students, reportedly causing problems at other schools. Moreover, he had a complicated background, with good connections in local politics and business. He got his job at this school through these connections, and with this relationship, he became even more unscrupulous than before. There were even rumors that he received kickbacks from manufacturers and politicians.
Last time, Teacher Peng specifically targeted students who participated in the anti-curriculum movement in class, increasing the amount of exercise, ignoring the students' values, and forcing them to criticize their own behavior. One female student was so exhausted from the exertion that she vomited under the scorching sun, sweating profusely, and was eventually rushed to the hospital. As a history teacher, Xianqin was already intolerant of Teacher Peng's behavior, and that incident completely enraged her. During the morning assembly, she pulled the students aside and demanded a formal apology from Teacher Peng. Teacher Peng was utterly defeated in the debate, unable to utter a single word in response, and could only reluctantly bow and apologize in front of the teachers and students for his words and actions. But this wasn't the only reason Xianqin disliked Teacher Peng.
"Teacher Ke, you've been working very hard lately, haven't you? You don't look too well. How about I invite a few colleagues over for a drink and some relaxation after work today? Hmph?" The man, with a lewd smile, made the invitation, his eyes constantly fixed on Xianqin's chest.
"Please have some self-respect!" Xianqin frowned, glaring at the man with a serious and angry expression.
"What are you thinking? Having such vulgar conversations in front of students and my family! As the head of student affairs, how can you set a good example for students by mentioning drinking?" Xianqin further protested against Teacher Peng's actions.
"Oh dear! This is really... Teachers are human too, aren't they? Teacher Ke, don't be so rigid. You can't keep going without some entertainment, you know. Besides, the students are all so old, practically adults. They probably understand what they need to understand, hehehe..."
"Shut up!" Xianqin interrupted Teacher Peng forcefully.
"If you continue, I will definitely complain to the principal and the others." Suppressing her overflowing anger, she tried to warn him in a gentler tone.
"..." The man fell silent.
"If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave," Xianqin said, leading Shuyi away.
The nearby students began to whisper, some of them chuckling, but they seemed quite used to it. This was understandable; since a few months after Jingxiong's death, Teacher Peng had frequently invited Xianqin out under various pretexts. This hadn't stopped despite the debate at the morning assembly. Teacher Peng's obsession with Xianqin went beyond mere patience; it bordered on fanaticism.

"Chirp, ah! Ugh~ um~ um~"
In the hotel room, illuminated by blue lights, the sound of slurping saliva came from a corner of the bed. A woman, wearing a partially unbuttoned shirt and skirt, her hands cuffed behind her back, her head being forcefully moved back and forth by another pair of hands from behind, was squatting on the floor, her mouth filled with a thick, rod-like object. She was giving a man oral sex.
"Damn it, suck it properly, don't forget to use your tongue too," the man swore, continuing his actions, seemingly enjoying it, arching his upper body back and thrusting his lower body forward even more passionately.
The oral sex continued for a few minutes before the man finally released his hands. The woman gasped for air, her mouth agape. The man then freed her hands, lay down on the bed, and yelled at her, "Bitch, if you want it, get on top and wriggle your big ass!" Like a puppet, the woman obeyed, pulling down her skirt and slowly straddling the man's belly with her slightly numb legs. She grasped his penis with one hand, aimed it at her vagina, and inserted it, beginning to move her hips, rubbing the penis back and forth inside her.
"Oh ho~ um~ ah! ah! ah! ah~" the woman moaned repeatedly.
"Damn! That's it! Is it good, Ke Xianqin?" This man was Peng Jiliang, and he called Xianqin's name to the woman.
Although the woman was dressed in a suit similar in style to Xianqin's, she wasn't Xianqin. She wasn't as curvaceous as Xianqin, and her lower body clothing was odd. Her pantyhose were like erotic clothing, with a gap in the crotch area, completely exposing her vulva. Combined with her swaying hips, her expression of enjoyment, and her moans, she was even more alluring and arousing.
"Damn it, usually so cocky, but she's such a slut. I'll fucking fucking fuck you until you don't want it anymore!" Peng Jiliang took a deep breath, grabbed one of the woman's thighs with one hand, and squeezed her breasts with the other, beginning to thrust his hips vigorously, penetrating her deeply.
"Oh ho~ Oh ho! Ah~ Too fast, um! Too hard! Oh~ So good, so good! Again!" The woman's voice grew louder and louder with the continuous onslaught of intense pleasure, her reactions becoming increasingly violent. As Peng Jiliang's well-trained body was subjected to prolonged, high-intensity exercise, she experienced wave after wave of orgasms, gradually revealing her disheveled state, with her lower body making continuous splashing sounds.
"Damn! I'm going to cum, take it all in, get pregnant, you filthy bitch!" Peng Jiliang made his final sprint, increasing the speed of his thrusts. The woman screamed ecstatically, arching her body backward, pressing her genitals even closer to Peng Jiliang's lower body. After a while, Peng Jiliang pulled his penis further back than before, then immediately thrust it back in forcefully, his trembling waist ejaculating a large amount of semen into the condom, forming a ball the size of a knuckle at the tip.
"Ke Xianqin, you slut, isn't my semen delicious?" Peng Jiliang pulled out his penis, laid the woman on the bed, and got up to remove the condom from his penis. He then used his hand to shake the semen inside into the woman's mouth and around her lips. The woman responded with actions, sticking out her tongue and fingers to put the semen that had spilled outside her mouth into her mouth, licking her lips, sucking on her fingers, and making "mmm~ ooh~" sounds. "Delicious, Mr. Jiliang's semen is thick and fragrant, the best!" the woman said between breaths.
Peng Jiliang had a habit of hiring prostitutes and having casual sex. Because he had good relationships with local political and business people and was willing to spend money, the people in charge would introduce him to top-quality women. These beautiful women would also do their best to cooperate with him and satisfy his sexual fetishes in order to receive more tips. He would regularly have his partner wear sexy shirts and stockings, similar to what Ke Xianqin usually wore, and during sex, he would close his eyes and imagine that he was having sex with Ke Xianqin, the woman of his dreams, thereby venting his ambition and desire to conquer her.
Usually, after such behavior, Peng Jiliang would be physically satisfied, but would still feel more empty and anxious. But this time, a big, wicked smile appeared on Peng Jiliang's face. After waiting for many years, he had finally seized the opportunity to vent his pent-up resentment and release his ever-growing desire.

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