Chapter 8

Yingying held me tightly, her soft breasts pressing against my chest, making me itch with desire. I really wanted to pin her down right now, strip her naked, and fuck her hard, but clearly this wasn't the time.

After she cried for a while, Yingying's voice grew softer; she seemed to have calmed down. What surprised me then was that Xiaowei actually came back. It startled me, but it was also a good thing, because he saw Yingying clutching me like that.

“What are you two doing!”

Hearing Xiaowei's voice, Yingying immediately let go of me, but then she flared up again, unwilling to back down.

“And you still have the nerve to ask? You ditched me and ran off on your own! If the teacher hadn't shown up in time, I... I...”

“Yingying, I ran out to call the police.”

“By the time you'd finished calling the police, I would have already been... been...” As she spoke, Yingying started crying again. I really felt a pang of sympathy for her.

“Yingying, I, I had to run out first if I wanted to save you. I absolutely didn't abandon you. Didn't I come back?”

“You're just a coward. Teacher Hua drove off those two thugs in a few moves.”

“How do you know those two weren't people he deliberately found? Otherwise why would he have shown up so coincidentally?”

Fuck, I broke out in a cold sweat at once. The brat had hit the nail on the head. Was he guessing, or had he really seen through it?

“You bastard!!! You always smear Teacher Hua when nothing is even wrong. I don't want to see you anymore. Get lost!!”

“Yingying!”

“Get out!!”

“Don't be mad, I...”

“I said get out!!”

Yingying was pretty stubborn, and I liked that a lot. But right now I had to play the good guy.

“Yingying, don't get too angry. Your boyfriend going to call the police was the right thing to do. Don't blame him for it.”

“Teacher, you don't need to speak up for him. He should never have run off on his own. Xiaowei! You! Get out of here right now!!!”

Yingying actually shot to her feet and shoved Xiaowei all the way out the door. Then she came back and threw herself into my arms, crying. What could I do? I could only hold her gently and feel her soft body against me.

Before long, the police really did show up. Looks like Xiaowei had been telling the truth about going to call them. But so what? This wasn't love. Only money and sex were love.

The police came in and asked a few questions. Yingying and the owner didn't want to make a bigger mess of it. The owner said it was the first day of business, the cameras hadn't been installed properly yet, and this place was deep in the alley with no surveillance nearby. The police didn't want extra trouble either, and since the people involved didn't want to pursue it further, they just took a simple statement.

I took a cab home with Yingying. All the way back she leaned against me. I suppose it was because I could make her feel safe. That mattered. Even so, she absolutely wasn't going to let me fuck her now.

I held her softly too. She was so soft, so comfortable. If I got to strip her naked and hold her in my arms while I fucked her, I was sure I'd feel like I was in heaven.

Yingying didn't want her mother to know what happened today, so she told me not to mention it at home either. I still had tutoring today, so I dropped her off downstairs and then went home.

Today's harvest was huge. The plan had worked. Yingying's feelings for me had definitely deepened, though maybe what grew most was admiration. Still, I had successfully widened the crack between her and her little boyfriend. It hadn't fully split open yet, but I could already see the dawn of victory. The day I fucked her in front of her boyfriend and she moaned so hard she couldn't hold back, that crack would collapse completely. I was getting impatient.

I turned on the surveillance feed. Yingying had gotten home and gone straight to her room, where she fell onto the bed, pulled the covers over herself, and didn't move. Sigh. It looked like Yingying was the one who suffered most today. I hoped she'd understand my painstaking intentions. Everything I was doing was for her own good.

I didn't keep watching after that. After dinner, I went to Yingying's place a little early.

“Teacher Hua, you're here early today.”

“Oh, it's nothing to do at home, so I figured I'd give Yingying a little extra tutoring.”

“You're too kind. Yingying just finished dinner and is in her room, but she seems a little unhappy today. She's had a long face the whole time.”

“Oh, that's fine. I'll go take a look.”

I walked into the room. Yingying was lying on the table, not studying at all, but she'd already changed into pajamas. I regretted not keeping my eyes on the monitor; I hadn't gotten to see her soft little tits.

When she heard me come in, Yingying sat up at last, a hint of delight finally showing on her face.

“Teacher, you're here so early?”

“I was a little worried about you. Are you all right?”

“Teacher! You, you're so good to me~” Yingying looked at me, her eyes getting a little wet again. This girl was good in every way except that she got worked up too easily.

“As long as you're fine, that's enough. Let the past stay in the past. Be careful when you go out from now on, and don't ever go out alone.”

“Hmph! I wasn't alone. I went out with Xiaowei. If it hadn't been for him, what a coward!”

“Sigh. He's only a first-year student. How could he compare with an adult? Being timid is normal.”

“Then what about you, Teacher? If you were in school and your girlfriend was being bullied, would you run too?”

“Of course not! Even if I ended up bleeding, I'd protect her. But people are different, sigh. All I can say is that Xiaowei's reaction today was probably the reaction most people would have.”

“So Teacher, you're not an ordinary person. You're different from all of them.”

Hahaha, that felt great. Yingying's admiration for me had gone up another level. Good. That would make her resist less when I fucked her. At least now she no longer rejected close contact with me. Today she'd been holding me and crying the whole time, crying so hard it nearly made me hard.

“Teacher, on Monday we're having an English quiz. Should we look at the workbook today? Or keep watching videos?”

I thought it over. I'd only tutored Yingying three times, so by rights her test score shouldn't improve much. But if that happened, my tutoring results would look less impressive. Of course, we'd only just started, and her mother wouldn't suspect anything yet, but this was a good chance to win their trust.

“Mm, one quiz isn't important. Let's keep watching videos and learning that way, okay?”

“I'll listen to the teacher.”

And of course I had my own plan too. The video I put on today was one I had just put together, packed with sexy women. I wanted to make Yingying think back to what happened earlier that day, because not only had her boyfriend run away when things got serious, he had also been sneaking looks at other women.

Sure enough, after watching for a while, Yingying pouted. “Teacher, do all boys like sexy women?”

“Hm? Why would you say that?”

“Look at the women in this video. They're all dressed so sexy, and all those men love it.”

“Well, how should I put it? Boys liking sexy women is pretty normal, I guess.”

“Hmph!”

“What is it? Did something happen?”

“Today Xiaowei and I went to the movies, and he kept staring at the two women sitting next to us. So gross!”

“Oh? He was with you and still looking at other women?”

“Exactly. So annoying!”

“Well, how should I say it... sexy can be beautiful, but cute is beautiful too. Yingying, you're this cute. Isn't it enough for your boyfriend to just look at you?”

Yingying's face went red in a flash, looking almost feverish. I seemed to have hit the budding heart of a girl just coming into her own. My praise was incredibly effective on her. Since I'd gotten close to her, this was the reddest she'd ever blushed.

“Teacher, I, oh gosh, I'm embarrassed.”

“Heh, Yingying really is very cute. If I'd had a girl this cute in my class when I was in school, her boyfriend would definitely have been me, not anyone else.”

Yingying bit her lip, her face turning even redder. “Teacher, actually, I, I'm not a little kid. I just don't dress up. Otherwise, who knows, maybe I'd be the sexier one.”

I didn't know what she meant by that. Was she trying to narrow the age gap between us and make me think of her as a woman too? Either way, if she was saying it to me like that, it definitely wasn't a bad thing.

“Mm, so you need to take good care of yourself. You're already cute, and now you've grown up too.”

“Mm, I will. Um, Teacher, are you married?”

“Not yet.”

“Huh?” Yingying stared at me in disbelief. “How is that possible? Teacher, you're so outstanding!”

“Heh, I spent years overseas and never met the right person.”

“Even so, that still doesn't make sense.”

“Heh, who told me I didn't meet a Yingying as cute as you when I was younger? Maybe I'd already be married by now.”

“Teacher!! You, you're teasing me again.”

Yingying laughed with obvious delight. But that wasn't what I wanted. What I wanted was for her pussy to get wet the instant she saw me.

I felt like the trust between Yingying and me was already pretty deep. Especially after today, she was even closer to me. In that sense, things were basically ready. I should switch tactics and start raising Yingying's desire. Even though she was already an adult now, from the fact that she masturbated it was obvious she probably had a strong sex drive by nature. Once I brought that side out, fucking her would be a lot easier.

We watched a little longer, and when it was about time, I said goodbye and went home. I needed to make a careful plan for what came next.

Back home, I turned on the monitor and started thinking. Just then, Yingying's phone rang. She looked at it, then hung up. I guessed it was probably her boyfriend. Sure enough, the phone rang again immediately. This time Yingying hesitated, then answered. Sigh, why did she still believe in love?

“What do you want!”

“I don't want to talk to you.”

“Hmph! What's the point of apologizing? You went too far today.”

“You pervert, and you're petty, and you're a coward!”

“It was your fault to begin with. Secretly staring at other people and then smearing Teacher Hua. I hate you.”

“Hmph! Then sing me a song. If it's good, I'll forgive you.”

Fuck!

What kind of bullshit request was that? Sing a song and she'd forgive him?

Still, even if Yingying wanted to smooth things over, the crack had absolutely been created for real. Repair it? How could that be possible? Without me, there might still be hope. With me here, that crack could only be torn apart into pieces.

“From now on, you're not allowed to say anything bad about Teacher Hua! You're not allowed to look at other women either, and you're not allowed to ditch me and run off by yourself.”

“Hmph, I'll see how you behave. Fine, I'm tired.”

With that, Yingying hung up. But from her expression, it looked like she'd finally let go of a heavy burden.

I looked at the cutie on the screen and got another idea. Raising her sex drive would take some means, and that would be hard to do at her place. First, her mother was home. Second, it would be hard for me to prepare everything properly there, like equipment, the environment, and so on. As I thought through my new plan, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next day I first went to visit a neighbor and used money to bribe them, just like before. Bribe them for what? Heh, of course for sex. Not with me, but after they got my order they would do it right in the spot opposite my study, which happened to be the bathroom in their house. I told them to make as much noise as possible.

Then I went out and checked every sex shop in the city, and I spent a fortune buying some aphrodisiacs from a black-market boss, some strong, some mild.

After that, I could start the next step of my plan. Once my relationship with Yingying was intimate enough, I was going to start awakening her desire. First came the change of venue: moving the tutoring from her place to mine. That would be easy enough. I'd just say I'd twisted my foot and shouldn't be going out, and naturally I could suggest switching the tutoring to my house. Given how much trust Yingying and her mother already had in me, that would be effortless.

I started setting up my house. Since it was my own turf, I could arrange it however I wanted. First I put up cameras, especially in the bathroom. I made sure there were no blind spots at all, because I'd find a way to get Yingying to use my bathroom. Then I brought in some books and put them in the study so I'd look cultured.

Once everything was more or less ready, I went out again to buy some necessities. By the time I got back, it was evening. I watched Yingying shower on the monitor, jerked off once, and then fell asleep thinking about tomorrow's plan.

Today was Monday. I went to teach Class 6. The content was more or less the same as before: I chose stories the students liked to hear, and I kept giving out gifts they liked too. Nothing special there. But when class was over and I deliberately stepped down from the podium, I slipped and grabbed my ankle.

Of course I was faking it, and I sold it well, like I was in real pain. My Yingying immediately rushed over. She really had grown quite attached to me.

“Teacher, what's wrong? Where did you hurt yourself?”

“It's nothing, nothing. I just twisted my ankle.”

“Ah, is it serious? Teacher, let me help you to the school clinic to have a look.”

At that point, some of the other boys came over to help me up. Yingying was a girl after all and didn't have much strength, so when a stronger boy volunteered to help me get checked out, that actually worked out. All Yingying needed to see was that I was hurt.

I thought I'd already wrapped things up, but I hadn't expected Yingying to insist on coming to the clinic with us. Her big watery eyes looked at me with such concern that I knew I couldn't refuse her. If I did, I'd hurt her young heart. And I also knew that when she looked at me like that later, begging me to fuck her, I wouldn't be able to refuse then either.

We got to the clinic. Honestly, I wasn't hurt at all, and the school doctor wasn't stupid; he could obviously tell. But after I slipped 500 yuan into his pocket, my injury suddenly became a little more serious.

“Mm, your sprain does look a bit bad. Try to move around as little as possible and rest more. I have some liniment for bruises and sprains here. Take it back and put it on. If it doesn't ease up, I recommend going to the hospital for a proper exam and an X-ray. Still, it probably hasn't damaged the tendons or bones. A few days of rest should help.”

“Okay, got it. Thank you.”

Yingying's eyes were bright and watery. “Teacher, does it hurt?”

“I'm fine. I'm a grown man. What's this little injury supposed to be? Why are you about to cry too? Don't cry.” As I said that, I took out a tissue and wiped the corner of her eyes.

“I'm worried about you, Teacher.”

Another boy looked at us in surprise. Of course he had no idea I was Yingying's tutor, and no idea that my relationship with Yingying was about much more than just school.

I sent Yingying back to self-study, and the boy helped me out of the school gate. I took a cab and went straight home.

Today was a complete success. I was impressed with my own acting. I even made Yingying cry, though what I really wanted was to make her cry because I fucked her.

Not long after I got home, I received a message from Yingying. It seemed class was out too. Sigh, that boyfriend was probably going to crowd back up to her again, but it didn't matter. Yingying was already on my side. It was only a matter of time.

“Teacher, are you okay?”

“Mm, I'm fine. Did you get out of class?”

“Mm, I just got home. Teacher, remember to apply the medicine. If it doesn't work, go to the hospital and have it checked.”

“I didn't expect Yingying to be this considerate. You're really both cute and sensible.”

“Hehe, not at all. I'm just worried about you.”

“I'm already this old. It's nothing.”

“But you're all by yourself. There's nobody else around.”

“It's fine. Just focus on studying.”

“Oh, right, Teacher, I forgot to tell you. We had our English exam today.”

“How did it feel?”

“I'm not totally sure, but I think I did pretty well.”

“Mm, don't rush it either. After all, this takes time.”

“Mm, I understand. Then I'm going back to studying.”

“Go ahead.”

I quickly picked up my phone and called the homeroom teacher to ask for the English teacher's number, then I called her. Since I often went to the teachers' office, the English teacher knew me too, which made things much easier.

I got straight to the point and asked how Yingying had done on the test. The result surprised me. She really had done pretty well. It wasn't sky-high, but it was a 70. Why was that surprising? Because she'd never passed before. Her usual scores were in the 30s or 40s.

To make this score look even more striking, I asked the teacher to change it and make it a 90. How did I change it? With money, of course. I sent the English teacher a 5,000-yuan red packet, and it was handled easily.

With that kind of score put in front of Yingying and her mother, wouldn't they worship me like a god? And a god can do whatever he wants, including sex.

And at that moment, I saw a figure step into the bathroom. It was a beautiful, mature woman. Wasn't that Yingying's mother? And in front of the camera, she started taking off her clothes too!