【The Coerced Female Teacher 3】—Wan Fei's Episode

Principal Wu gazed at Wan Fei's naked back. Her smooth back, without an ounce of fat on her waist, and
her slightly fuller buttocks, like large, alluring teardrops, were
a thousand times more beautiful than his own haggard wife at home. This lovely woman had just been moaning and whimpering beneath him, and the thought filled him with
a sense of conquest.
Teacher Wan stood up, looking around as if searching for something. Principal Wu quietly approached her from behind
and said,
"Baby, are you looking for this?"
"Give it to me!" Wan Fei desperately reached for the silk panties clutched in the principal's hand. She wondered
when this lecherous old man had taken her panties.
"Go home like this!" Principal Wu waved his hand, dodging Wan Fei.
"How can I? No! Give it to me now! I need to leave!" Wan Fei said angrily, almost crying.
"What does it matter? I like seeing you come home with your bare ass. Maybe your husband will find out and get even more excited to fuck
you a few more times."
With that, Principal Wu hunched over, opened the window, and threw his underwear out. The evening breeze seemed to have been waiting for this,
catching the underwear and carrying it away somewhere.
"You…bastard!" Teacher Wan shouted.
Principal Wu smiled as he looked at the furious, beautiful teacher, finding her every smile and frown captivating
. If it weren't for his long-term plan, he would have loved to have her play with him until the end of the night.
He walked up to Wan Fei and ripped off the bra already hanging on her breasts.
"Don't wear this anymore. Underwear should be a set. I bought you a new set. Stop wearing this
bra; it doesn't show off your sexiness!"
"Enough! Stop calling me 'baby'! Where is it? Give it to me!" Wan Fei said anxiously, wanting to
leave quickly. The longer she stayed, the harder it would be to explain to her husband. She thought having something was better than not wearing anything. If
her husband found out she wasn't wearing underwear when she got home, he would be suspicious, and it would be difficult to explain.
Principal Wu took out an unwrapped piece of underwear from his purse. It looked like high-quality fabric,
very thin, because he could easily crumple it in one hand. It seemed to consist of only panties, not a bra.
"Wear this home,"
Wan Fei said, taking it. She realized it wasn't underwear at all; it looked like a pair of stockings. When she unfolded it completely, she realized
it was actually a garment, or more precisely, a bodysuit of stockings. The material was very transparent and very thin; even
folded three or five times, it only took up a small area in her hand.
"Ugh! I won't wear it!" Teacher Wan threw the stockings on the ground. How could she wear these stockings?
Besides, she had to go home soon. She wasn't unfamiliar with these stockings; she'd seen them in adult films with her husband
. She'd always been averse to these kinds of things. She felt they made a woman's body look particularly lewd
, even more provocative than being naked. If she had to wear this home, she'd rather not wear it at all.
"What's wrong, baby? This is underwear too. It covers way more space than your panties and bra,"
Principal Wu teased, picking it up and putting it back in Wan Fei's hand.
"No! Give it back to me!" Wan Fei tried to snatch her bra back; she simply
couldn't accept wearing this home.
"Please, Principal!" she pleaded, almost begging for his sympathy.
"Should we ask the passersby downstairs to get
me a matching bra set?" Principal Wu was getting impatient. "Hurry up and put it on! Damn it, don't be stubborn!"
"But..."
"You have no room for negotiation. Don't make me lose patience!"
Wan Fei decided to leave first; her husband would be waiting anxiously. She reluctantly put it on and would
take it off somewhere else after leaving. She absolutely couldn't go back wearing this.
Wan Fei made up her mind and stopped arguing with Principal Wu. She sat on the edge of the bed and put it on. The cool material of the stockings
felt inexplicably comfortable on her legs. Principal Wu watched Wan Fei's elegant leg-kicking movements, swallowed hard, and
his penis showed a slight stirring.
Only after Wan Fei finished putting on the bodysuit did she realize how shameful this "outfit" was. A thin layer of
silk tightly wrapped her perfect body, like a second skin, starting from her toes and extending to her collarbone
before revealing her fair skin. The half-sleeve design seemed to emphasize the product's meticulous
design. The crotch area didn't use excessive material despite needing to cover the most private parts; it was sheer and transparent,
tightly covering her black pubic hair, showcasing a hazy beauty to the fullest. Of course, her nipples were also clearly visible
. This lingerie was enough to make anyone's blood boil, and Principal Wu's penis instantly became erect
.
"Ah! Too…"
Wan Fei wanted to say the word "lewd," but ultimately stopped herself.
"Beauty, I really don't want to let you go." Principal Wu stepped forward and hugged Wan Fei, rubbing her body against him,
enjoying the comfort of the silk material.
"Hmm, let go…" Wan Fei broke free and quickly went to grab her skirt. Principal Wu didn't pursue the matter further, suppressing
his renewed sexual desire. He thought to himself, "Damn, this girl looks incredibly hot in sexy lingerie. I'll get her a few more sets someday and have
her wear different styles for me!"
The pencil skirt was what the principal had asked her to wear when she came today. At this moment, the narrow skirt, which only reached the top of her thighs,
seemed to match the stockings perfectly, creating a seductive outfit.
After Wan Fei finished dressing, it seemed no one could tell that
beneath her professional attire, which emphasized her professional image as an office lady, she wore such provocative lingerie. She wore metallic stiletto sandals, smooth black stockings tightly
encasing her straight, long, yet not thin, legs. A tight black pencil skirt outlined her perfect hip curves
; her full buttocks, without excess fat, were something many skinny girls could only dream of. Above her,
a pale purple blouse accentuated her professional image while also effectively concealing the allure of the lingerie,
seemingly hinting at something underneath. The three-quarter sleeves subtly revealed the stockings on her arms.
Dressed like this, it seemed nothing she did would be discovered; no one would dare lift their clothes.
She wanted to discover the scenery inside, but Teacher Wan was going home tonight, and there were no secrets in their private world at home
, so this became a dilemma for Wan Fei.
Principal Wu, not caring about anything else, drove Wan Fei to the school gate.
Seeing her husband's car in the distance, Wan Fei stopped and got out.
"Wear this to school tomorrow," Principal Wu said, rolling down the window. Wan Fei's heart skipped a beat. What?
Did she have to wear this lewd outfit all day tomorrow?
She didn't want to linger any longer, bit her lip, and walked across the street. Principal Wu watched her graceful figure,
the clatter of her high heels on the ground, and began plotting how to play with the beautiful teacher tomorrow. Just then, Principal Wu's
phone rang.
Wan Fei had intended to sneak into the school to her office or the restroom to take off her shameful underwear, but her phone rang
. Seeing it was her husband, she realized she couldn't delay any longer, so she hung up and hurried towards the
white sedan.
"Honey, I'm so sorry, I'm exhausted today." She lied as she got into the car, feeling a pang of
guilt, but once a lie begins, it's never-ending; she had to keep making them up, one after another, without letting any slip-ups.
"If you hadn't come out, I really would have gone upstairs. I thought you'd come out after your office light had been off for so long, but
..."
"I went to the bathroom." "
...I bought you a new pair of shoes, do you think they look good?"
Wan Fei took the shoebox, opened it, and saw a pair of delicate and cute boat shoes. The beige style was exactly what she wanted. Her husband
often bought her shoes, but none of them were high heels. He was so considerate, always caring about her well-being. Flat
shoes were the most comfortable, and Wan Fei, who often stood for nearly an hour while lecturing, definitely needed to wear them. Seeing this
warmed her heart.
"They look great, my husband is the best," Wan Fei said in a slightly coquettish voice. Actually, she had no time to care
about the shoes. Normally, she would have given her husband a sweet kiss, but now she felt dirty,
even her coquettish tone was exactly the same as when she had begged Principal Wu earlier. Guilt and resentment filled her mind.
"Try them on, see if they fit."
"No, husband, I'll try them on when we get home, the car is too small." She was planning to find a place to take off these
annoying stockings; if she wore them home, it would be obvious.
On the way, Wan Fei kept looking for a public restroom. Disappointingly, there wasn't one, even though the streets were brightly lit. Just
as she was about to reach home, she saw a large hotel called "Phoenix Terrace," a high-end business club.
"Stop the car, honey, I need to use the restroom."
"There's no restroom here. Hold it in, we're almost home, Feifei."
"I...have diarrhea." The lie continued. While admiring her own familiarity with the place, Wanfei frowned slightly.
"Then see if there's anywhere nearby?"
"Over there!" Wanfei pointed to Phoenix Terrace.
The husband was taken aback. He knew what that was—a high-end business club. It was said that the girls there
commanded top prices in the city, and many high-ranking officials and wealthy people frequented it. Going in without spending tens of thousands wasn't considered a proper experience
. His wife wasn't going to use the restroom there, was she? He really didn't want his wife going to such places.
Then he thought, using the restroom shouldn't be a big deal, right? To be honest, he was just a lowly office worker who had only
heard about the prices there; he'd never actually been to such a place, and he knew nothing about the procedures. His wife
was just using the restroom; it couldn't be a big deal.
"I'll go with you." While he was still pondering, Wanfei had already walked towards the hotel entrance.
"No need, honey, I'll be right there."
He sat back in the car, thinking about it, and realized it wasn't really appropriate for just the two of them to go without spending any money
. Besides, it was just to use the restroom. He couldn't help but find himself a little ridiculous. He watched Wan Fei's graceful figure, her hips swaying as
she walked towards the gleaming entrance. Only then did he notice that her outfit was quite different from usual.
She rarely dressed so alluringly and sexily when she went out. Those black stockings were so tempting; he hadn't seemed to be wearing them when she left this morning. He
didn't think much of it, only that the high heels were incredibly powerful. They elevated the woman's legs, forcing them to straighten
. To maintain balance, the only way a woman could fight against high heels was to thrust her hips forward. This accentuated her perfect
lines, while also exuding an involuntary, seductive charm. His crotch subtly swelled.
Why did he feel like he was watching a prostitute go to work?
Ugh! He cursed himself for his own filthy thoughts, blaming the
Phoenix Terrace as the culprit. Little did he know that after Principal Wu's repeated encounters, Wan Fei's alluring body
was gradually revealing its lewdness. The charm of a married woman was incomparable to that of a virgin
, and even she herself was unaware that, nourished by repeated sexual encounters, she was gradually exuding a captivating allure
. Perhaps lust is a woman's nature.
The hotel doormen and staff also mistook Wan Fei for a prostitute,
whispering and spitting as she passed by.
"How much do you think this is?"
"Not cheap, damn, look at those legs, I could play with them all night!"
"All night? You'd be exhausted to death in one night? Give me…"
"Look at that big ass, it's so sexy, damn, this place is no place to stay. I've only been here two days, and I already think
my girlfriends are no good. Compared to her ass, they're practically skin and bones. With that ass, I could make
her cry and beg for mercy."
"I like asses like that too, they're so exciting to fuck, and the sounds during sex are amazing."
"I really want to ask her how much it costs to take her out for a night."
"You're just dreaming. One round with someone like that is at least 800, taking her out would leave you starving for three months
!"
"Are you new here? 800 for one round with someone like that? How about a whole truckload?"
"I've never seen this girl before, who's keeping her?
"Don't just look at her butt, those breasts, such nice boobs. It must feel so good to rub them, I really want her to give me a blowjob!"
"With your tiny toothpick, aren't you afraid of popping someone's balloon?"
"Bullshit! Shall we have a competition?"
"Competing with me is nothing! If you've got the guts, get your hands on her!"
Several male waiters were whispering and gossiping in the break room. Their filthy words somehow reached Wan Fei's ears as she passed by
. She felt her ears burning, her face flushed, and she quickly walked towards the restroom.
Why were the waiters here so vulgar? How could a reputable restaurant hire people like this? She didn't understand the true nature of this kind
of place; she simply thought it was a place to eat and stay, without thinking too deeply about the implications.
"Hey...look, look! She's gone into the men's room!"
"Is this a temptation?"
"Damn it, let's go see!"
These lecherous waiters disregarded the hotel's rules. They knew that disrespecting guests,
speaking disrespectfully to the women, or harassing them would result in dismissal, and might even offend a
client who kept the women. But these new waiters seemed oblivious to the rules, and besides, these unwritten rules were
nonsense. It was commonplace to flirt with the less expensive women who frequented the hotel, but
those elusive, high-quality women who seemed to treat the hotel like their home were rarely seen. Even
when they did, they could only admire from afar. These women were usually in luxury cars, accompanied by wealthy patrons. Each one was
like a celestial being, leaving even a poor guy like Pigsy drooling in despair. These women also had their own "principles" for taking jobs
—only the rich and powerful were eligible. How could lowly waiters like them possibly be worthy of such treatment? Of course, if you're as
handsome as Daniel Wu, as roguish as Edison Chen, or as charismatic as Daoming, even if you're penniless and powerless, you can still
get close to her.
Blushing, Wan Fei walked quickly with her head down, thinking without looking at the door number. She entered the men's restroom. In her eagerness
to remove her bodysuit, she hadn't noticed the urinals. She opened a squat toilet
door and went in, completely unaware that a group of lecherous young men were following her.
Wan Fei quickly pulled off her tight skirt. She was a little unsteady on her feet; the stall was small, and the squat toilet design meant she
could only stand, unable to sit down to undress comfortably. To remove these annoying bodysuits, she had to take off her top as well
. She hung the tight skirt on a hook on the wall, but the hook suddenly came loose.
"What a lousy hotel!" Wan Fei felt like everything was going wrong today; even the coat hook was conspiring against her.
She didn't have time to complain, so she quickly grabbed her pencil skirt and took off her top, revealing
Principal Wu's alluring body once again.
She kicked off her high heels and started taking off her stockings. The pencil skirt and shirt she was holding were too in the way, so she
casually draped them over the door panel.
It was this series of coincidences that benefited the waiters. They had witnessed the steamy undressing
scene, having followed her in and been feasting their eyes through the gap under the door.
The men, watching from the narrow opening next door, were all visibly aroused. They all thought in unison: "She's definitely a high-class prostitute, dressed
so sexily to seduce customers; she must make a lot of money." One of the more cunning ones secretly took out his low-resolution phone,
held it up over the door panel, and started filming.
Wan Fei had no idea she was being spied on. Ever since leaving the hotel,
she had been distracted, feeling nauseous from the old lecher's semen still clinging to her lower body. Unable to wait until she got home to shower, she squatted down in the bathroom, parted her
tight labia, and began to ejaculate.
This squatting motion almost made the waiter watching below bleed from the nose. Her pink vulva was being
spread open by two slender, white fingers, as if displaying something to them, as if saying, "Come and fuck me, come and fuck me." Several waiters
assumed she was masturbating.
Realizing she couldn't ejaculate anything, Wan Fei stood up, preparing to get dressed and leave
. But when she looked up, her heart sank.
Where were her clothes?
Panicked, Wan Fei looked around; empty. She hurriedly opened the door.
"Ah…!!"
Startled, Wan Fei quickly slammed the bathroom door shut and instinctively bolted it.
"Who, who are you? Give me back my clothes!"
"Miss, you're dressed quite sexily. Teasing customers like this will exhaust them. Haha!"
Several lewd waitresses spoke to Wan Fei through the door.
"Who, who's the 'Miss'! I'm not a 'Miss,' give me back my clothes! I, I just happened to be passing by and needed to use the restroom
."
"These days, 'Miss' all say they're not 'Miss,' wearing such lewd lingerie, and changing clothes in the men's restroom
! We know you're teasing us even if you don't say anything. Want the South Country? We'll give it to you! As for the clothes,
we'll give them back once you're satisfied!"
"Wh-what men's restroom! This is the women's restroom! Get out!! Aren't you afraid someone will come in and see you?!"
Wan Fei then realized these people were incredibly bold, openly barging into the women's restroom to harass someone.
"Look at this place, Miss? Oh no, shouldn't we call you 'Teacher'?" This caused
a burst of laughter from everyone.
Through the crack in the door, Wan Fei indeed saw the urinals, secretly blaming herself for not paying attention and actually barging into the men's restroom
.
At this moment, she seemed to understand a little about where she was, but she didn't know the rules. Actually, she
could scare these people away with just a few harsh words, but she just couldn't find a crucial bargaining chip.
"Let's be frank, we know you're expensive. Give us a discount, and we'll give your clothes back."
Wan Fei panicked. She was naked except for her high heels. If she wore
anything, it was only a delicate necklace around her sexy neck and a fine watch. What a
sexy beauty! Even through the door, she covered her chest and private parts, half-bent over.
The waitresses she faced were about the same age as her students, 17 or 18, full of
youthful vigor and difficult to manage. She was somewhat at a loss.
"Give me back my clothes right now! My husband is at the front door. If I don't go out, he'll come in
looking for me!" Wan Fei shouted, adopting the tone of someone scolding their students, hoping to intimidate the group.
However, these waiters were not her students and were not swayed by her tactics.
"Your husband? Just because you hooked up with a rich guy doesn't mean you're her husband. We clearly saw you squatting there fiddling with your genitals. Don't
try to take care of it yourself, we'll help you! Open the door!"
Wan Fei panicked, afraid they would force themselves on her. They had witnessed her shameful moment, and
her face burned with embarrassment.
"No! No! It's not what you think!"
"Then what is it? I took pictures with my phone! And miss, you're wearing such hot lingerie,
I filmed you from head to toe!"
"You, you're committing a crime! Aren't you afraid of the police?"
This seemed to have some effect. After all, these waitresses were "committing a crime" in a public place.
If they really did it, they might attract attention. If they forced themselves on her now, she would probably scream and shout. While she, as a
prostitute, wouldn't suffer any major loss—at most, she'd sell her body—these guys would probably end up
in jail. After all, prostitutes have human rights too! None of them were street urchins
or internet cafe hangers-on, uneducated hoodlums. They knew about Li Tianyi's case—a prostitute bringing down a bunch of big
shots. After carefully weighing the situation, they fell silent.
Although they had the girl's nude video, they figured blackmailing a prostitute wouldn't yield any
real results. They were in this line of work; what use were a few nude photos to a prostitute? They figured it would
only be good for masturbating in their spare time.
It's true what they say, ignorance is bliss. They had always considered Wan Fei just a prostitute,
unaware of the value of their "weapon" that could threaten a beautiful teacher. After a moment of silence, they scattered, throwing down their clothes and running away,
afraid the prostitute would remember someone and seek revenge later.
Wan Fei, still shaken, let out a long sigh, cautiously looked around to make sure no one was watching, opened the door, and quickly, staggering
, put her clothes back on. Enraged, she decided to find the hotel owner and get her revenge. But then she thought,
she probably really had been filmed by those kids, so it was better not to provoke them. Being mistaken for
a prostitute was actually a good thing; they probably wouldn't bother her then.
The clever girl immediately understood the implications.
She paced anxiously, nearly slipping several times on the polished floor. She still clutched the sheer stockings
in her hand, not throwing them away because of Principal Wu's despicable old lecher's demands before he left, which she dared not disobey
.
After getting in the car, she quietly slipped the stockings into her purse in the dark. Her husband didn't complain about the long wait;
his penis had been erect since earlier because of Wan Fei's alluring body. His right hand caressed Wan Fei's fair thigh.
"Huh? Where are your stockings?" Her husband noticed the change in her appearance after she returned.
"Honey, I accidentally got my stockings dirty. Let's hurry," Wan Fei stammered,
lying.
The husband didn't pay attention, his hand sliding up her fair thigh, his desire gradually rising. At this moment, Wan Fei's lower body
was completely naked. Afraid that her husband would find out she wasn't wearing underwear if he touched her any further, she forcefully pressed
his hand down.
"Let's go home, honey, I'm really not feeling well."
Almost discovered, he didn't continue touching her, lit a lighter, and hurried home, somewhat disappointed. His wife
wasn't feeling well tonight, and he figured she wouldn't be able to satisfy his newly ignited desire.
Meanwhile, Principal Wu received a phone call; it was Director Huang looking for him…
To be continued…

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