A graceful and charming teacher is loved by everyone.

(III)

Next, let's talk about Wenbin and Yang Luling. They were originally classmates at Huangshan College, both majoring in Chinese literature. After graduation, Wenbin changed careers and became a reporter at a television station, while Yang Luling was assigned to teach at the Second Middle School.

In college, they were actually enemies, disliking each other and never speaking to each other. Near graduation, Yang Luling and two other girls went to Jiuli Street for dinner and drank some alcohol. On their way back to school, they encountered five thugs who attempted to sexually assault them. Wenbin and his roommate Chen Gaowei happened to be on their way to an internet cafe when they ran into them. A fight broke out between them. Wenbin was slashed three times, and Chen Gaowei was also badly injured, but fortunately, the wounds were not deep and his life was not in danger. The girls naturally had to go to the hospital to take care of them. Because of his injuries, Wenbin missed his graduation exams and only passed them after a make-up exam. Yang Luling's feelings for Wenbin gradually changed. As time went by, feelings developed. On the night before graduation, they finally broke through the taboo and their bodies and souls were united.
After graduation, you told both sets of parents about your upcoming marriage. Wenbin's parents were overjoyed, but Yang Luling's parents were adamant and forced her to have an abortion. Their reason was that they looked down on Wenbin because he was from the countryside and his family wasn't well-off. Most importantly, they wanted Yang Luling to marry the son of Deputy County Magistrate He (a graduate student at Shandong Jiaotong University). Deputy County Magistrate He had mentioned it several times, but Yang Luling always made excuses, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, just dragging it out. Of course, her parents were furious that she was to marry a boy from the countryside.

However, they were determined to be together, openly living together as husband and wife and even getting a marriage certificate. Yang Luling's parents were so angry they wanted to sever ties, but after she gave birth the following year, the deed was done, and Yang Luling's parents had no choice but to accept it. They held a grand wedding with all their relatives.

Their married life was truly blissful and loving. Everyone said they were a perfect match, a couple to be envied.

Time quietly slipped by, and their passionate love gradually faded into the ordinary.

Eight years into their marriage, their child was seven. Because Yang Luling's parents were bored after retirement, they offered to take the child to live with them. Fortunately, it wasn't far, only a 20-minute taxi ride. Sometimes, when Yang Luling was too lazy to cook, she would go and eat with her parents. As the saying goes, time changes everything, and it's absolutely true. Yang Luling's parents gradually accepted Wenbin.

However, as time went by, Yang Luling, in her thirties, was at the peak of her sexual desire, and her demands for the frequency and quality of sex increased. But since last year, she felt that Wenbin's interest in sex with her seemed to be waning. When they first got married, they made love every night, sometimes more than once. Three to five years into their marriage, it was at least three or four times a week. But since last year, it's usually once a week, sometimes not at all. Yang Luling always felt that he was busy with work and under a lot of pressure, so she suppressed her own desires, wholeheartedly supporting and understanding her husband. However, some things made her suspicious of him. For example, his phone was usually on vibrate at home, and he often avoided her when answering the phone, speaking strangely.

He habitually came home very late at night, sometimes even staying out all night playing cards with colleagues. Yang Luling is a very cultured woman; she kept many of her thoughts to herself. She also thought that they had gone through so much together and believed that her husband would cherish her.

After having dinner at the Ziyan Hotel, she took Wenbin's hand and they went home together. Her husband was going to Chengdu on a business trip the next day, and she needed to help him pack. Wenbin went straight to the bathroom, while Yang Luling went to the bedroom to tidy up.

A few minutes later, Wenbin came in wearing his pajamas. Yang Luling said, "Bin, you have to go on a long business trip tomorrow, you must be tired. You should go to sleep first. I still need to prepare my lessons, oh..."

"Oh. I'll go online for a bit, look up some information, and then go to sleep. You prepare your lessons." Wenbin turned on his computer, and Yang Luling went to the study.

Around ten o'clock, the exhausted Yang Luling finally finished preparing her lessons. After washing up, she went to the bedroom and saw that Wenbin was already asleep. She gently closed the door, took off her coat, and carefully slipped into bed, snuggling against her husband's chest like a lamb. Wenbin, in his sleep, naturally embraced her. Actually, Yang Luling really wanted to, but being understanding, she was afraid her husband was too tired, so she didn't wake him, obediently sleeping in his arms until she gradually drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Wenbin left early. Since Yang Luling had her first two periods of classes, he didn't let his wife see him off.

Yang Luling rushed to school without eating breakfast.

Lao Ba sat in the guardhouse, watching the graceful Yang Luling approach through the brown glass. He habitually gripped his penis and began to masturbate. Ever since Yang Luling was assigned to the school, he had fantasized about her several times a day. Today, Yang Luling wore a yellow business suit that accentuated her incredibly beautiful figure. Her delicate and charming face was exquisitely beautiful, her shoulder-length hair slightly curled and swaying gently in the breeze. Her alluring eyes were like a pool of autumn water, deep and bright. Her small, delicate features were perfectly proportioned, and her fair skin exuded the unique charm of a young woman. Black high heels highlighted her long, full legs. A slight bulge appeared where her thighs crossed—that was her pubic area. The sight of it made Lao Ba's heart race, his blood boiling. He imagined himself on top of Yang Luling's naked body, his long penis parting her labia and slowly entering her vagina, drawing out her flower-like vulva and the spray of her juices.

Lao Ba's gaze was fixed on Yang Luling's body, moving from afar to near, then back again, until he watched the woman sway gracefully and disappear around the corner, feeling his penis about to explode. He silently thought, "A woman like that, I'd rather die ten years less if I could have sex with her once. Sigh..." Actually, his own wife was also very beautiful, just a little older, but her charm hadn't faded. But he just couldn't see his wife's beauty. Homegrown flowers never smell as sweet as wild ones; men are all the same, that's all.

The first two periods were Chinese, a subject taught by the senior high school experimental class. After finishing her class, Yang Luling felt exhausted. The monthly exam had just ended, and she hadn't yet received the class's results. Wenbin's nephew, Liu Yuanfan, was in this class, and she was also eager to see his grades. So, she went to her office, sat down at her desk, unbuttoned her yellow suit jacket to reveal a snow-white shirt, and neatly wrapped a purple scarf around her smooth neck. She took out her favorite Nestlé coffee from her desk, brewed it in the water dispenser, and inhaled the fragrant aroma. It smelled wonderful. She pursed her cute little lips and took a deep breath of the aroma—it felt so good. She then sat down and began preparing for tomorrow's lesson. Tomorrow's lesson was a review of appreciation, which was her forte; she could handle it with ease. Yang Luling was skilled at writing modern poetry, and her classical poems and lyrics were also full of ancient charm. She was known as the talented Yang.

For example, poems published in *Huangshan Poetry Journal* such as: "

The wild geese's cries fade beyond the setting sun, climbing high by the water is in vain, my soul is broken;

gazing at the sunset for eight thousand miles, I see only the long river, not you." "Climbing high to gaze at you,

in my dreams you linger by the water and clouds, waking only to feel the chill of the morning wind;
the towering mountains stretch endlessly, meeting you is more difficult than the Shu Road." "Meeting you is difficult

every year in the snow, I often wear plum blossoms and get drunk, but removing all the plum blossoms is of no good intention , only
leaving me with a robe full of tears! "

"This year, at the ends of the earth, my temples are turning gray. Looking at the evening wind,
it will be difficult to see the plum blossoms." *Qing Ping Yue

*...

and so on, can all be considered masterpieces in the poetry journal, widely recited by many poetry enthusiasts.

Before the third period ended, Liu Yuanfan's homeroom teacher, Ding Junxian, hummed a little tune as he walked into the office, "My heart only has you, not her, my feelings for you are not false..."

Yang Luling looked up and smiled sweetly at him. "Teacher Ding, I'm so happy! There's a fourth period, right? Have the results come out yet? How did Liu Yuanfan do on the test?" Her voice was always so sweet, and her smile was always so warm. Whenever Ding Junxian chatted with a beautiful woman in the office, he would feel empty inside if she wasn't there.

Ding Junxian shook his head, took the report card out of his pocket, sat down at Yang Luling's desk, and pointed to the report card, saying, "This time your Chinese score is more than 2 points higher than the class next door, but your nephew is not doing so well. Last time he was 9th in the class, and this time he's 37th. I don't know what happened."

"Oh dear," Yang Luling's smile faded, "What's wrong with this naughty boy? Such a big fluctuation, oh dear."

"I don't know if you've noticed, but these days he's always absent-minded in class. Could it be that he's thinking about girls?" Ding Junxian looked at the woman's beautiful and delicate face, feeling as if he were basking in a spring breeze.

“No way,” Yang Luling looked at the report card. “This guy, oh dear, only 93 in Chinese and 89 in math. Even if he were asleep, he wouldn’t have gotten that many points. He’s never had such fluctuating scores before.”

“I bet he’s thinking about girls. Didn’t you notice how he’s been daydreaming in class? He’s always holding his pen blankly during self-study, completely still. He’s probably…”

“Ah, Teacher Ding,” Yang Luling interrupted him, “You’re teaching the fourth period, so you can go and call him. Tell him to come to the office after class. I’ll wait for him here. I need to talk to him. This is unacceptable.”

“Ding ding ding…” A rapid bell rang. The third period was over. Ding Junxian reluctantly tucked his lesson plan into his pocket, watching Yang Luling’s retreating figure, turning back to look at her every step he took.

Yang Luling resumed preparing her lesson plan.

The empty office was filled only with Yang Luling's solitary figure and the sound of her rapidly writing in her lesson plan notebook. The quartz clock on the wall ticked mechanically, its sound emphasizing the silence.

The hour and minute hands quietly overlapped. Yang Luling put down her pen, stretched, and just then, the bell rang.

Yang Luling stood up, neatly buttoned her clothes, and added some hot water to her cup.

"Auntie, it's me, Liu Yuanfan. I'm here," the boy's voice was soft and a little timid. He knew he had completely failed the exam.

"Come in," Yang Luling placed the report card on the edge of her desk. The boy, not daring to look at her, slowly approached her. "Look at your grades this time. What happened?"

Liu Yuanfan hung his head, stammering, unable to speak. "I...I..."

"What do you mean, 'I'? You used to be a top student, now you've plummeted! Tell me, what happened?" The usually gentle and refined Yang Luling questioned him loudly, her fingers pounding on the desk.

Standing beside Yang Luling, Liu Yuanfan's thoughts began to wander. He had been fantasizing about his aunt. Her elegant demeanor, graceful figure, melodious voice, and extensive knowledge... all of it captivated him. At first, it was just infatuation, but gradually, he began to fantasize about making love to her. So he was always absent-minded in class, constantly staring at her full, rounded breasts and the area where her legs met, frequently having erotic dreams.

His aunt always wore a neat suit, probably to hide her voluptuous body from the students.

My aunt is incredibly charming, that's what her classmates all say.

She's casually crossing her legs, and the boy can't help but secretly stare. A rich, feminine scent wafts from the depths of her folds.

My earnest and beautiful aunt would surely respond with great passion to any man she likes.

"If you can't hold back, just release it in my mouth," my aunt says with a seductive smile, making him feel weak in the knees.

Just as she speaks, he releases a torrent of white fluid into her mouth. My beautiful aunt—Teacher Yang—her eyebrows tremble slightly as she sucks it in.

Although he's already ejaculated a lot, his penis still remains erect. It remains fierce until he fully enjoys my aunt.

He slowly unbuttons my aunt's yellow suit and shirt, pressing his erect penis between her breasts, her full skin enveloping him, gently caressing him.

“Yuanfan,” Yang Luling said, a little annoyed by the boy’s absent-mindedness, “Are you even listening to me? No wonder your homeroom teacher said you’re always daydreaming in class.”

“Ah…” Liu Yuanfan finally pulled his thoughts back to reality from his reverie. “Oh…”

“Tell me,” Yang Luling pointed at him, “What’s wrong? Teacher Ding said you have romantic tendencies, is that true?”

“No.” The boy’s voice was still soft but his tone was firm. “That’s impossible.” He didn’t dare to meet Yang Luling’s gaze.

“Then what happened? Why have your grades plummeted?”

“I…I…don’t know.” Liu Yuanfan lowered his head, unsure how to defend himself.

“Looks like I’ll have to call your father before you’ll tell the truth.” Yang Luling said, taking out her phone.

“No.” He shuddered at the thought of his father’s angry eyes. “Please, don’t call.”

“Then tell me honestly, what’s wrong with you?” The college entrance exam is only a few months away, and you're still so unstable. How can anyone feel at ease? "Fine, as long as you tell the truth, I won't make this call."

"I...I am..." The boy looked at his aunt fearfully, stammering, "I can't say..."

"The college entrance exam is next year, what can't you say?" Yang Luling looked at the boy with some anger. To be honest, the boy was quite delicate-looking.

"I want to transfer classes..." Liu Yuanfan said tremblingly.

"Transfer classes? Ridiculous! What time is it? Transferring classes? Besides, your class is better than Class 2, why transfer?" Yang Luling looked at the boy in confusion. "If you're afraid to face things, you're just trying to escape. Besides, escaping doesn't solve problems, you know that?"

"But...I can't pull myself out of it." Liu Yuanfan still kept his head down, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"What's wrong? Why can't you pull yourself out of it?" Yang Luling frowned.

"I do...like a girl..." Liu Yuanfan took a deep breath, as if gathering his courage, "I...have liked her for a long time..."

"Oh dear, Teacher Ding was right, it's a girl in your class, isn't it?"

Yang Luling asked seriously.

"Yes...oh...no...no...it's..." Liu Yuanfan stammered, his delicate face flushing red.

"Who is it?" Yang Luling was getting annoyed. "Just tell me, I'll consider it and do some talking to her."

"Yes, yes...yes...I still don't dare to say..." The boy glanced hesitantly at his beautiful aunt, then lowered his eyes again. "I can't say."

"Why are you like this? If you don't tell me, I'll tell your father," the woman stared intently at Liu Yuanfan.

"Fine, I'll tell you," the boy raised his head, "Don't be angry."

"Tell me."

"The woman I like is..." the boy paused, "...you."

"Huh???" Yang Luling glared at him in surprise and anger. "You, how could you..."

"I'm sorry, Aunt, I'm hopelessly infatuated."

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!" Yang Luling angrily slammed her chair down. "Ridiculous..."

"I'm sorry, Aunt, whenever you enter the classroom or I see you at school, I... I... can't stop thinking about you... I can't concentrate on my studies... I can't do any of my problems..."

“I’m your aunt, how could you do this?” Yang Luling’s face flushed red. She knew what the boy meant by “thinking.” “Unreasonable, truly unreasonable, too absurd… too bastard…”

“I know it’s wrong… but… when I think of you… I can’t sleep… I can’t concentrate on my studies…”

“Alright, stop talking.” Yang Luling interrupted him. “I’m completely disappointed in you. Next week, you’ll transfer to Class Two. I never want to see you again. You’re responsible for your future.” With that, she angrily packed her things and left the office, leaving Liu Yuanfan alone, bewildered.

March 2010

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