[Springtime Events on Campus] (1-3)

Volume 1, Chapter 1, Autumn in the Office.

Autumn in W City was as hot as ever, offering no hint of coolness.

The senior year of the Provincial Experimental High School finally had its first holiday since the start of the semester. A month and a half of

vacation meant that these students, who had been cooped up for so long, all left the school in less than half an hour.

The only good thing for us juniors was that we didn't have to fight over the basketball court.

I and several other boys from the humanities classes played basketball all afternoon. Around 5 pm, exhausted

, we finally decided to go home, leaving me, in a rather unfriendly way, to return the basketballs. After putting the

basketballs into the net, I headed to the equipment room located north of the basketball court. The Provincial Experimental High School's sports teams have always been

among the best in W City, so the first, second, and third floors of the North Second Comprehensive Building are dedicated to the sports teams. However, due to

recent school expansion, some empty classrooms on the third floor have been converted into teachers' offices. I bumped into some friends from my old basketball hobby class outside the basketball team's

locker room . Apparently, they'd all

managed to

recruit

, I said goodbye. I put the basketball away, closed the door, and headed down the west staircase to get my bike and go home. Just as I was about to go downstairs, I glanced at the office directly opposite the staircase and saw

the last thing I ever wanted to see: my mother kneeling before a strange man, performing oral sex on him. I stared in disbelief at

this incredibly shocking scene. I slowly approached the office door and peered through the small

window into the room, observing the erotic scene unfolding inside. My mother was kneeling before the strange man, her black suit lying

on the floor, her white shirt hanging loosely on her body, and her purple lace bra peeking out with her movements

. I tried my best to hold my breath, but I couldn't stop trembling. When I turned back to continue peeking

, I lost control! My mother began to swallow deeply, almost reaching

the base of his penis with each thrust. As time passed, her movements became faster and faster, and the stranger reacted. He

gathered my mother's hair and forcefully pressed her head down, hoping she would swallow even deeper, while his lower body

began to thrust in rhythm with her movements! My mother was completely lost in lust. While performing oral sex, she took off

her top and unhooked her bra, revealing her breasts, which were so striking. My mother's breasts

were perfectly shaped, very large, yet only slightly sagging. Even more unbelievable was the light color of her nipples

; considering she was 39 years old, it was truly astonishing that she still had such nipples. I

am the eldest child in my family, but my parents were in dire financial straits when I was born. I

lived with my grandparents from a young age until I was 14, when I returned to live with my parents.

Less than a minute later, the man in front of my mother could no longer resist the sensation and began

to thrust . He held my mother's head still with both hands and forcefully thrust his penis into her mouth. My mother

opened her mouth wide to accommodate him, and the forceful thrusting caused some unidentified liquid to appear around her mouth. Finally, he ejaculated

deep into my mother's throat, and the sound of my mother drinking his semen could be heard through the door. My mother

cleaned up the remaining semen like in those Japanese AVs before wiping it from her mouth with a tissue.

I turned my head to calm my inner turmoil and control my breathing, then looked at the

couple . My mother was still kneeling at the stranger's feet, smiling as she helped him regain his erection. Sometimes she would swallow large gulps

and then slowly spit them out, her slender and nimble hands never idle, constantly roaming between his thighs and testicles,

stimulating his sensitive areas in hopes of a quick erection. The stranger did not disappoint her, and soon he was

fully erect. My mother took the condom from his hand, tore it open, and carefully put it back on for him with her mouth. After

all this was done, my mother finally stood up. I then noticed that she was wearing open-crotch

black stockings, and to my astonishment, she wasn't wearing any underwear. My mother skillfully leaned against the wall, arching her back as the

man behind her entered. I don't know what he said to her, but she playfully spat at him and obediently

grasped his large penis from behind, skillfully inserting it into her vagina. Seeing how obedient my mother was

, the man behind her stopped teasing her and began to thrust vigorously, almost always penetrating her completely, each time drawing

out a lot of fluid from her vagina. Suddenly, the scene before my eyes began to blur. Whether it was

the two bright red nipples on my mother's chest, the glint of light on her left hand as she tried to spread her buttocks, the amount of fluid my mother nearly ejaculated

, or the half-sachet of semen she drank from the condom, I sat blankly on the stone bench, trying to calm myself,

but my heart felt empty and utterly unsettled—a truly ironic situation.

When I got home, it was already dinnertime. I looked at

my mother, dressed in casual clothes, bustling around the table with complicated emotions. A mix of conflict and disbelief washed over me. I guess I finally understood

the mindset of those online stories about cuckolded mothers and NTR (Netorare). It was

unbelievable that I had actually encountered something like those in "novels." Using the excuse of eating at school, I escaped the

dining table I had always avoided. I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. "If the mother in the office this afternoon is

real , then the mother at home is fake. But we've lived together for two years, and she's maintained

this state. But if the mother at home is real, how do you explain the mother in the office?"

I wanted to find the answer, I clenched my fist and silently vowed.

Volume 1, Chapter 2, Class Teacher Yuan Jing:

"Zhang Chen, come to the office after class!" After several moments of daydreaming, I was finally called

to the office for a chat. I weakly responded and slumped onto the table, lost in thought.

A week had passed since the spying incident, and I still couldn't muster the energy to do anything. Getting caught by the homeroom teacher this time

is just bad luck; a scolding is inevitable. Luckily, I usually behave well, so I just hope the teacher

will go easy on me.

I looked at the teacher, who was engrossed in grading homework, and felt a little lost. I'd been in the office

for half an hour , but the teacher hadn't said a word and was just leaving me hanging. I couldn't help but wonder, "

What does the teacher want?"

"Zhang Chen, what's wrong with you lately?" the teacher finally asked, looking up from the sea of homework.

"No, nothing's wrong. I just didn't sleep well and couldn't concentrate, which caused my mind to wander," I

quickly replied.

"If it's a physical issue, should I talk to your mother and ask her to let you rest for a few days?" My homeroom teacher,

Yuan Jing, took over my conversation.

"Teacher, there's no need for something like this! I'll manage on my own." I could feel

my face change as I said this. Yuan Jing stared at my face for a while, then shook her head and said, "It seems you

're not going to tell the truth. I won't force you, but you need to distinguish between your studies and personal matters." I felt

a little uneasy under Yuan Jing's gaze. Before I could finish speaking, she continued, "If you have any questions

, you can come to me without worry. Take a rest for the next two days. I hope you recover quickly."

She waved for me to leave the office. The moment I turned to leave, the fake, ingratiating smile on my face vanished, leaving only

a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) expression. "So, you think I can tell you, you bitch, that my mother cheated on me?" Who are you trying to fool? A

seemingly pleasant conversation ended amidst the mutual pretense between Yuan Jing and me.

Actually, I've always known some of the rumors circulating at the Provincial Experimental High School, and the rumors about my homeroom teacher, Yuan Jing,

have never stopped. She was assigned to teach Chinese to senior high school students right after graduation, and it's said she

got the position after sleeping with the vice principal. Two years later, she married Yang

Le, a well-known honest physics teacher at our school. Everyone says she only got married so she could have more fun outside. Just recently, someone supposedly saw her

and her lover in a hotel room. No one with a normal IQ would go to a woman like that for anything. But

I never imagined that I would get so deeply involved with Teacher Yuan.

"This is the result of calming down, a pile of crap!" Yuan Jing threw my terribly written test paper at my

face. Just two weeks after our last conversation, I faced the grade-level mock exam in mid-October, and

unsurprisingly , for the first time in my high school career, I fell out of the top 5 in my class. This time, Yuan Jing dragged me to her office for another scolding,

but I really didn't expect her to go to such extremes!

Seeing my ever-smiling face turn into a grimace, Yuan Jing realized she might

have spoken a little too harshly. She was about to speak when I interrupted her.

"Teacher, if you think my grades don't deserve me in Class 2, then transfer me to another class!"

I retorted viciously. You see, since the subject selection in the second semester of first grade, my humanities grades

have consistently been in the top ten of the grade. The provincial experimental school's high-achieving classes are extremely competitive, with class assignments based entirely on academic performance.

At the end of third grade, each homeroom teacher distributes bonuses based on their class's performance, and if I can maintain my current grades until graduation,

earning my homeroom teacher 20,000 RMB from me is no problem.

"Of course, I can't kick you out of Class 2, but I hope you can have a realistic understanding of yourself,"

Teacher Yuan 's tone softened considerably.

"A correct understanding of oneself?" I smiled sarcastically. "I don't think I need that. Teacher, you

need to have a correct understanding of yourself. I got into the Provincial Experimental High School without any connections; I got

in based on my own scores, just like I got into Class 2 based on my actual scores. I wonder if you,

teacher, can say with the same confidence that your position as a homeroom teacher is the same?" I continued venting

my frustration.

Teacher Yuan stared at me, then took a cigarette from her drawer and started smoking.

To be honest, the homeroom teacher sitting there with her legs crossed, smoking, was really beautiful. Her lightly made-up face

revealed her excellent features; her perfect neck and collarbone made her ample breasts

even more breathtaking. Her white shirt was stretched taut, and from my angle, I could see a very impressive

cleavage. Her long, straight legs were encased in black stockings, and she managed to make her work clothes look alluring.

This reminded me of a famous Sharon Stone film.

After a long silence, Teacher Yuan finally spoke, "I really didn't want to provoke such anger in you.

I just wanted to help you get back on track, but I didn't expect it to backfire so badly! But I still want you

to know that some people get stuck in a dead end; they think they can get out, but they don't realize they're just going in

circles. You can come back to me when you've figured things out!" Teacher Yuan looked very forlorn in the smoke, but

that forlornness was irrelevant to me.

Volume 1, Chapter 3

A month after the office argument, I tried hard to calm myself down and finally

achieved a satisfactory result in the subsequent mock exam, which eased the awkward atmosphere between us.

Of course, a large part of my return to normalcy was because I finally found something meaningful to do: follow

my mother! For the past month, I've spent all my free time following my mother, hoping to find

any clues . Unfortunately, I made no progress. If you only look at my mother's actions over the past month, she's absolutely

the epitome of a virtuous wife and mother. But I won't be deceived by her outward appearance. That

flirtatious and lewd woman in the office that afternoon was definitely my mother's true inner self!

Just as December was approaching, my father, whom I hadn't seen for many days, finally returned home. Unfortunately, he

was going on a business trip abroad for six months in three days, and wouldn't even be able to come home for the Lunar New Year.

"Is the company that busy?" my mother asked at the dinner table, frowning. "Yes, the project there is entering

a critical stage, and I have to go and oversee it. If the project is completed smoothly, then my promotion will be secured

!" my father replied calmly. I couldn't help but think, "If you knew your wife

was having sex with other men like an AV actress, would you still be as calm as you are now?" After finishing my meal with my eyes closed and mind at ease, I prepared to go upstairs when

the sudden ringtone of my phone broke the silence of the dinner table. The message wasn't from my busy

father , nor from my high-achieving brother, but from my mother? I stood on the stairs, squinting at this scene.

I had finally found the place I had overlooked!

Two nights later, I finally found an opportunity to access my mother's phone. "Mom, I don't understand this problem,

can you help me?" My academically gifted younger brother called out to my mom from the bedroom door. "Okay, I'm coming right away!"

My mom was busy in the kitchen. After she went into my brother's room, I quietly went to my parents'

bedroom , gently opened my mom's black leather purse, and took out my phone. Luckily, the phone wasn't locked.

But when I checked the message from the day before yesterday, a problem arose! There was no

message ! After getting this clue, I immediately put the phone away and quickly returned to my bedroom. "The phone isn't password protected,

meaning my mom doesn't care if others open her phone. But the day before yesterday, I saw her clearly

enter ? So there are only two possibilities! 1. My mom has two identical phones, 2. My mom has two

phone numbers." I organized my speculations and wrote them down in my notebook.

For the next week, I carefully observed how my mom answered calls and sent text messages. There were no passwords

entered or pauses, which further confirmed my suspicion that my mom had another secret means of communication.

The third Sunday of December was very important for my younger brother. The computer he had been dreaming of was finally moved

into his bedroom, and he no longer had to come to my bedroom to steal it. In the evening, he invited many classmates

out for dinner and karaoke. After much pleading, my mom finally relented and let him stay out that night. I made an excuse that I wasn't feeling well

and didn't go out with him. I suppose my brother didn't want to go out with a clumsy older brother either.

After having dinner with my mom, I used the excuse of having a lot of homework to escape to my bedroom to process the basic

information . After about a month and a half of tracking her, I had a basic grasp of her schedule. Based on her class schedule

, I could track her during about 50% of her free time; the other half was a blind spot,

unknown .

I took a nap and ended up sleeping until 2 AM. My bladder was bloated, so I had to go. On my way back to my room from the bathroom, I noticed the master bedroom light was still on at the end of the hallway. "Could this be the most clichéd plot in

a cuckold's novel?" I thought to myself, with a hint of sarcasm. The more I went into the bedroom, the stronger the clichéd scenario seemed. The moaning coming from the bedroom unmistakably confirmed my suspicions: my mom was having an affair! Through the slightly ajar door, I saw my mom 　　's infidelity again. A naked couple was making love intensely on the bed. My mom's lover was vigorously penetrating her vagina. Judging from the state of her vagina and the messiness of the bed, they had already gone through several rounds. My mother's The lightwet shining on the drinking water cast an eerie glow that stung my eyes. They were at a crucial moment; the man on top of my mother looked ready to ejaculate. My mother arched her buttocks to receive the barrage of thrusts. Each thrust was deep, the weight of his body bringing her endless pleasure. My mother tried her best to suppress the intense pleasure, but intoxicating moans still escaped her lips. The jackhammer-like thrusting didn't last long; the man quickly ejaculated deep inside my mother's body, her releasing semen slowly from her vulva. 　　"Teacher, today at your house was so amazing!" The sudden words struck me like a hammer blow! My mother 's lover was her student? I hid in the study next door, listening to the sounds outside. The discovery was several times more fruitful than a month and a half of tracking. Staring at the dark ceiling in my study, I felt a strange emptiness in my heart. 　　The next day was a rare weekend. My mother made breakfast early, but my younger brother, who had only returned late in the morning, clearly had no appetite. It was just my mother and me at the table, a rare occurrence. Today she wore a purple shirt, and her hair, usually styled in a bun, was loose. 　　"To cover up yesterday's traces?" I thought listlessly as I ate my breakfast. 　　"Is something wrong, Xiaochen?" My mother's sudden question interrupted my thoughts. 　　"Um, nothing, it's just that there's something I don't know how to say," I stammered, hoping to distract her. 　　"What is it? Tell me," my mother put down her chopsticks and looked at me. 　　"My writing has been getting a bit rusty lately, and I was hoping Ms. Yuan could tutor me. She happens to teach at the Tianqiao tutoring center in the city, so I was thinking of attending a few classes this weekend." Whether it was a sudden impulse or something else, I came up with what I considered the worst excuse. 　　Hearing this, my mother beamed and said, "From now on, just tell me directly about these things. There's no need to be so hesitant !" She then took 1200 yuan in cash from her bag and handed it to me. After taking the money, I made an excuse and left the table .

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