Chapter 6

The heat of summer came and went quickly, and before long it was the last day of August. Crowds of backpack-toting students on every street corner were proof that summer vacation had already ended.

At this moment, the entrance to Yucai Academy was packed with noise and movement. As a top school in the city, Yucai Academy ranked among the best in the country in faculty, teaching environment, and student body size. That was why the campus gates were a sea of people on opening day, with students and parents carrying luggage and backpacks, teachers organizing the arrivals, and even traffic police and armed security officers directing the congestion on the road outside the school.

I sat in the front passenger seat of my aunt's car and watched the lively scene outside the window, unable to help feeling that this really was a top school in the city. It was nothing like the place I had been attending before.

With the traffic police directing the flow, the cars slowly inched forward. Finally, when we reached the school gate, my aunt turned the wheel and the car drove into the campus. She then guided it straight into the parking lot with practiced ease.

Parked. Engine off. Click. The white driver's-side door swung open, and a leg in black stockings and high heels stepped down onto the ground. Out of the car came a dignified mature beauty in a teacher's uniform. Her long black-stockinged legs stood straight and slender on the pavement like a pair of compasses supporting her upper body. The black teacher's uniform didn't make her look old at all; instead it gave off a sharp, capable air. Her full breasts strained the shirt beneath the jacket so tightly that, if the fabric hadn't been good quality, the top two buttons would probably have popped from the pressure. After smoothing her clothes, the mature beauty lifted a hand to brush back her hair, revealing a clean forehead. Beneath it was a fair, delicate oval face with exquisite, well-defined features. Of course, that beauty was my aunt, a woman impossible to fault from head to toe.

"Let's go. Stick close, there are a lot of people."

Without looking back, my aunt walked straight ahead. I, with my backpack on, trailed behind her like a little shadow, my eyes fixed on the full, rounded curve of her ass swaying with each step.

Although my grades weren't great, with my aunt's connection and a bit of money my family had spent greasing the right palms, the transfer process went smoothly. I could attend class directly in my aunt's class and didn't need to go through anything as troublesome as an entrance exam.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The crisp sound echoed along the noisy classroom corridor, the clicking of my aunt's high heels against the tile.

Clack.

My aunt stopped at the door of one classroom. Supporting her chest with her left hand and adjusting her gold-rim glasses with her right, she swept a sharp gaze across the rowdy students inside.

The moment she appeared at the doorway, the noisy classroom instantly fell silent, leaving only the sound of students who had been seated elsewhere rushing back to their own desks. By the time the last student was back in place, the classroom was completely quiet, so silent you could hear a pin drop. The neighboring classrooms were still buzzing, but the room my aunt was in felt like a world apart. From that, you could see the authority she held over the class; the nickname "Iron Nun" hadn't come from nowhere.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

My aunt walked up to the podium. By then she was completely in her element, the commanding edge in her every gesture radiating outward. What a capable career woman! Even some male teachers would probably have to keep their distance from that composed, sharp aura, let alone this bunch of brats. One look at her and every one of them behaved.

"This semester, we have a new student in our class. Please welcome him."

Applause rained up from below. What followed was the usual self-introduction. I told the class my name, family, hobbies, and so on. Of course, I didn't mention that their homeroom teacher was my aunt. That had already been settled before the term started. At school I had to call her Teacher Xia; here, between us, we were teacher and student, and only at home could I call her aunt.

"Good. Lu Xiaohao, the empty seat at the very back is yours. Go sit down first."

After introducing myself, my aunt pointed me toward the seat by the window in the last row. I walked over, put my backpack into the desk drawer, pulled out the chair, and sat upright like everyone else, looking back at her.

"Students, summer vacation is over. You are officially entering your final year now..."

My aunt placed both hands on the corners of the podium and began her opening-term pep talk. It was nothing more than the usual: you've grown up, you're in your final year now, you need to work even harder, and so on. As an old hand, I'd long since grown tired of hearing it. After the speech, my aunt went to the office, leaving us to sort out our belongings on our own, though before she left she repeatedly stressed that no laughing or horseplay would be allowed.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

As her high heels receded, the class grew lively again, though far more restrained than before. Even with my aunt gone, her words still carried weight.

I quietly sorted through my things. Though I was only in my final year, the worksheets and exercise books and the rest were all there. Before long, the corner of the desk to my left had been stacked into a tall pile of books, almost level with my head. The classmates around me kept glancing back at me from time to time, with girls doing most of the looking. My face was, after all, school-heartthrob level; it would have been strange not to attract attention. Some of the boys, of course, didn't look nearly as friendly. That didn't mean I was afraid of them. After these past few days of daily workouts and proper nutrition, my build was much sturdier than that of boys my age.

"Hi, I'm Liu Yiyi. What's your name?"

Just as I was sorting out my books, someone came up to me and struck up a conversation. I looked up and saw a girl standing in front of me in a light green floral long dress, her eyes carrying a hint of shyness as she looked at me. The whole girl seemed as green and unripe as an apple not yet fully grown.

"Hi, I'm Lu Xiaohao. Nice to meet you."

Though I wasn't in the mood to socialize, since she had taken the initiative to greet me, I naturally had to show some manners.

"Lu Xiaohao, I'm the class monitor in this class. If you ever run into any trouble later, you can come find me. I'll help you solve it."

Liu Yiyi patted her chest and said proudly. Of course, I didn't think she could help me with the trouble I currently had. Still, I thanked her politely for her enthusiasm. After a few words, she didn't linger and went back to her seat.

Watching Liu Yiyi bounce back to her seat, I felt nothing at all. I'd dated girls like her before, and even a few a little more mature than she was. But at this point I had no feelings for that type anymore. Suddenly, I felt like these little girls were just too immature. After these past few days of dealing with my aunt, my taste had shifted to women like her: mature beauties with good figures and dignified, stunning looks who made me want to conquer them. I wanted to thrust into those lush bodies while sucking on their round breasts like a baby, then pour all of my essence inside them, making those usually composed, intelligent beauties moan while clutching the blankets beneath me.

After finishing my books, I lay face-down on the desk without moving, putting on a clear "keep away" expression. Fortunately, no one came to bother me.

At noon, both teachers and students ate in the cafeteria, though the teachers had a separate faculty dining hall with much better food than the student one. Of course, as a top school, the students' meals weren't bad either.

After lunch and a short rest, it was time for Yucai Academy's once-a-term opening ceremony. Thanks to generous government funding, Yucai Academy had the largest stadium in the city. It was fully equipped, with not only a swimming pool but even a gym. The whole stadium was semi-open-air, and both students and nearby residents were allowed to enter.

Amid the obnoxious music blasting from the stadium loudspeakers, teachers and students from every grade entered in order, forming neat rows on the field. Because I looked masculine and handsome, my aunt had assigned me as the class sign-bearer, walking at the very front of the line. My aunt, meanwhile, walked gracefully alongside the line. Those long black-stockinged legs on high heels, along with her tall, proud bust, drew who knew how many stares from male students and male teachers along the way. My aunt was clearly used to this by now, of course, though for some of the more blatant looks, she would answer in kind with a sharp glare. Under her fierce gaze, the men being stared at would lower their heads without realizing it, too afraid to meet her eyes.

After arranging the class lineup, my aunt went up onto the podium and sat down. As one of the school's best teacher representatives, she had a seat on the stage as well.

Seeing her arrive, several of the school leaders on the podium stood up to shake her hand. After a brief round of small talk, my aunt sat down, brushed back her hair, tugged the hem of her hip-hugging long skirt into place, and then sat primly with her legs together on the stage.

No one knows how much time passed. By the time every student was seated, the opening ceremony had begun with the host's introduction, followed by speeches from the principal, the director of academic affairs, and a string of other leaders. It was so dull that everyone was half asleep. Even though my aunt gave a speech during the proceedings, her icy speaking style just wasn't enough to hold the audience's attention.

"Next, please welcome the outstanding student representative Bai Meiyin to give us a speech."

As the host introduced her, I, who had been dozing off a moment ago, no - the boys who had been dozing off a moment ago all instantly perked up.

"Bai, senior? Holy shit! Isn't that Senior Bai? How is she the outstanding student representative?"

I was genuinely surprised, my gaze following everyone else's as it turned toward the podium. A tall, slender beauty was slowly walking up to the stage. She was wearing a blue-green knee-length dress, and the Chinese-knot neckline paired with the lotus patterns embroidered on the skirt gave her a faintly Republican-era vintage beauty.

On her head she wore a deep red carved wooden hairpin. Her long hair flowed down her straight, slender back all the way to her waist, and beneath her clean forehead was a fair face without a trace of makeup. On that delicate, exquisite body, the two budding breasts had already taken shape, high and proud like two shy lotus buds. Her long legs were wrapped in white thigh-high stockings, the very symbol of purity, and as she walked the hem of her skirt swayed slightly, revealing flashes of pale thighs that made it impossible to look away.

Under everyone's gaze, this lovely beauty walked up onto the podium, and the moment she stood there, the listless boys below started stirring as well.

"Senior Bai is really too beautiful..."

"She looks pure beyond words. Exactly my type..."

"Look at her chest, look at her chest! It's been a whole summer break, and it looks like it's gotten even bigger..."

"It would be amazing if she were my girlfriend..."

"Er Dan, don't you already have a girlfriend, damn it..."

The boys below the stage started talking over one another about the graceful senior standing on the podium, every line of conversation thick with admiration for her.

"Everyone, quiet down and listen to Bai Meiyin speak."

The host had no choice but to step in and restore order. The boys below gradually quieted down, their hot gazes fixed on the podium.

"Teachers, classmates, good afternoon! A new term, a new atmosphere..."

Senior Bai met everyone's gaze without the slightest fear and began her speech as the student representative. Her voice was crisp and pleasing, like a yellow bird singing, and with every gesture, the refined and elegant bearing she had cultivated from spending so much time in the study hall also came through.

As she spoke, she scanned the crowd of final-year students with her bright eyes, as if searching for someone. At last she spotted a familiar back in front of one class's line, and when she saw me looking back at her, I raised a hand and waved first. Seeing my response, the corner of her lips lifted into a faint smile, and her almond eyes curved into crescent moons; even the sound of her voice seemed clearer and more pleasant.

I looked at the pure and refined senior on the podium, and no one would have guessed that this well-behaved, clear-eyed model student secretly dressed in sexy lingerie and admired herself in front of the mirror in private. After all, a person's appearance can never fully reflect her character.

Once Senior Bai had finished speaking, the opening ceremony officially came to an end. By then the students were already exhausted, and under the lead of their respective homeroom teachers they quickly returned to their classrooms.

There was still some time before dismissal, and everyone was sprawled on their desks with nothing to do. Some had even opened their textbooks to review ahead. But whether out of fear of my aunt's authority or because this class simply had higher standards, our room was much quieter than the others. At most, a few people whispered to one another.

"Um, is Lu Xiaohao here? Please have him come out for a moment."

A sweet voice came from the doorway, making everyone involuntarily look up. There stood a beautiful figure at the door. She was wearing a blue-green knee-length dress, white thigh-high stockings on her long, slender legs, and a pair of coffee-colored women's canvas shoes. Wasn't that Senior Bai Meiyin? Smiling, she looked into the classroom, her long hair spilling down to her waist like a waterfall, poised and generous, with the feel of a pretty older neighbor sister.

"Look! Look! That's Senior Bai Meiyin!"

"Isn't she a senior? Why is she coming to our class?"

"I heard she was looking for Lu Xiaohao. We don't even have that person in our class, do we?"

"You idiot, isn't the new transfer student just Lu Xiaohao?"

"What kind of relationship do those two have? Siblings? Or a couple?"

...

The quiet classroom exploded in an instant. Everyone was chattering away, and a few gossip-loving busybodies joined in as well. Quite a few boys were staring straight at the beauty standing in the doorway. Even though they were only final-year students, they were already at the age when young hearts start to stir. With Senior Bai's bright, youthful, gentle, and lovely older-sister look, it was hard not to let your imagination run wild.

I stood up and coughed twice, then walked out toward the doorway under the hot, glaring stares of everyone in the room. Standing before Senior Bai, I scratched my head in some confusion, not knowing what she wanted with me this time.

"Come with me."

She didn't say much else, only gesturing for me to follow her.

In the corridor of the teaching building, two figures, one tall and one short, were walking one after the other. The tall girl was sleekly built, youthful, and beautiful; the shorter boy was sturdy, sunny, and handsome. The two of them, walking like that, really did look like a perfect match.

I followed behind Senior Bai, watching her little ass sway from side to side. Though it wasn't as full as my aunt's, it was still round and nicely shaped. As her hips moved, the hair draped over her waist rippled like waves. The white stockings on her legs made her already pale flesh look even smoother and more lustrous, and the coffee-colored women's flats wrapped her dainty little feet, revealing only a small rounded curve of heel when she lifted a leg.

Before long, we reached an empty corner and Senior Bai stopped. She turned around, put her hands on her hips, and looked at me with a rather smug smile. "Hehe, were you scared just now? How about it? I'm pretty impressive, right?"

Compared with her speech, her tone was less mature and steady now, and carried more of a mischievous, playful edge.

"Scared? Scared of what? You suddenly came looking for me; that's what startled me, okay?"

I had no idea what she was getting at.

"What do you mean? I'm an outstanding student representative with both excellent grades and character, okay~ Wasn't that title enough to scare you? You delinquent boy!"

Seeing that I didn't understand her meaning, Senior Bai seemed a little unhappy.

"Tch, what does your title have to do with me? And you call me a delinquent? If I'm a delinquent, then you're a naked female pervert!"

Since she had come over to show off and tease me, I naturally didn't back down and snapped right back.

"You! Fine, I won't argue with you. I came to tell you something: from now on, every weekend when school is off, you have to come over to my place. Got that?"

"Huh? Why do I have to go to your place?"

I was baffled. What kind of problem had this girl developed, making me go to her place every week? Suddenly, it occurred to me what she might mean. I hurriedly took two steps back to put some distance between us, staring at her in alarm. "Fuck! No way, sis, you want another peek?"

"It's not like it's your first time. Looking a few more times won't cost you a piece of meat."

She muttered it under her breath. It looked like she was dead set on seeing what's downstairs again.

"That won't do. What do you take me for? Just because you want to look doesn't mean you can. If that got out, how am I supposed to face anyone later?"

This time I really was reluctant. I had no idea what was wrong with this girl, always wanting to look at me. Even if it were this beautiful senior looking at me, I wouldn't mind, even if she saw everything. But in her current state, I was afraid that one day if she had another episode, she'd cut my cock off, drop it in formalin, and stare at it every day. Then I wouldn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Come on, just come over, will you? Seriously, it's not like you'll lose a piece of meat. I wouldn't even look if some other guy asked me to look at him."

Senior Bai stepped forward, grabbed my hand, and shook it. A tall girl tugging at the hand of a shorter boy and whining like that always looked a little funny. Even her voice had gone soft and syrupy, almost coquettish, and it made goosebumps rise all over me.

"I, I'm not looking at you for free, either. If you want to do what you did last time, that's not impossible..."

Head lowered, face flushed red, Senior Bai's voice was so soft it was almost a mosquito's buzz.

Hearing that, I instantly perked up. Last time she had used her smooth little hand to jerk me off, and that scene was still fresh in my memory. To be honest, the sight of her blushing as she stroked me had been so stimulating that pretending I didn't want another round would have been a lie.

"Mm-hm. If that's how it is, I don't mind suffering a little... but..."

Seeing my hesitant expression, Senior Bai looked around. After making sure no one was nearby, she grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands and lifted it slightly, crossing above the top edge of her white thigh-high stockings to reveal her full, fleshy thighs, and... white lingerie straps running along the sides of her thighs?

"Fuck! Y-you're wearing sexy lingerie to school, and I—"

I was so shocked I couldn't close my mouth. I knew Senior Bai could be fairly uninhibited inside, but I hadn't expected her to go this far. She had actually worn this to school? Wasn't she afraid someone would see it?

"Shh! You want to die? Don't be so loud!"

Seeing me shout in shock, Senior Bai hurried forward and covered my mouth with her jade-white hand. Only after I calmed down did she let go.

"Are you out of your mind? Why are you wearing that to school? And with a skirt on top? Aren't you afraid someone will find out?"

I was already speechless at how bold Senior Bai was.

"Hehe, I'm wearing a shirt underneath too, so you can't tell from the outside. As for under the skirt, I'm very careful about it. I keep my movements small, so nobody can see. You're the first person outside to see under my skirt, you know. How about that? Pretty honored, right?"

Looking at the smug look on my senior's face, it was as if letting me glimpse under her skirt was some enormous honor she was bestowing on me.

"And besides, heh, don't you think wearing something like this to the opening ceremony is a little exciting?"

My senior said with a wicked smile. Her eyes glittered with excitement, and even her cheeks had gone bright red. I couldn't tell whether it was from arousal or shyness.

I felt like my senior had a kind of split personality. The poised, bright, graceful girl standing on the podium was her; this girl in front of me, wearing seductive lingerie and looking both excited and proud, was also her. But maybe it wasn't really split personality at all. Maybe she just switched freely between two modes. She was an innocent virgin who'd never really seen the world, yet she had more nerve than some women who'd been around the block.

"Forget it, we'll talk about it later. If there's nothing else, I'm heading out."

The conditions my senior offered were tempting, but I didn't want to get dragged too deep into things with a girl this obsessed with me while I was still the new guy at school. It would look bad if someone saw us.

"Hey! You have to come this weekend for sure. I'll be waiting in my room for you~"

My senior shouted after my retreating back, still making sure to tease me before I left. She really was beyond saving.

When I got back to the classroom and sat down under everyone's gazes, I just slumped over my desk and did nothing. After a brief silence, everyone went back to their own business.

Tap, tap, tap... tap! Thud!

The noisy classroom went quiet again. Everyone fell silent as a mouse, and I looked up at the beautiful woman standing in the doorway and sweeping her eyes across the room. It was my aunt, of course.

"Lu Xiaohao, come out here for a moment. The rest of you continue with self-study. If it's time to go home, go home. The rest of you, let the class monitor organize dinner and lights out."

My aunt said flatly. What the hell was going on today? One after another, people kept looking for me.

"Understood!" the class monitor, Liu Yiyi, answered first. As the class monitor in my aunt's class, she really did have something better than average about her.

"Aunt... homeroom teacher, what do you need?" I asked in confusion, almost blurting out "Aunt" by reflex.

"Cut the crap. Come with me."

My aunt was clearly far more imposing at school than she was at home. It looked like she'd fully stepped into the role of a homeroom teacher; even in front of me, she kept that same air of authority and cold severity at all times.

I followed my aunt to a residential building. From the outside, it looked a little better than the student dorms, so it seemed to be the teachers' housing. My aunt led me to one of the doors, pulled out a key, and opened it. Once inside, I found a very plainly furnished apartment: two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom, probably less than eighty square meters in total. Since it was only temporary housing provided by the school for teachers, they couldn't exactly give us a mansion. The furniture was simple too. The living room had only a wooden sofa and a standing air conditioner, not even a television. The bedroom had little more than a wooden bed, a small wardrobe, and a desk. But there was a full-length mirror in the bedroom that looked exactly like the one at home. It seemed my aunt really did care about how she dressed and presented herself.

"From now on, every noon you'll come here to rest. If I don't have anything going on in the evening, we'll go home together. If I have to work overtime, you'll sleep here at night."

As she spoke, my aunt opened the wardrobe, took out a stack of bedding, and shoved it into my hands. "Go tidy up that bedroom and make the bed. You'll sleep there at noon from now on."

After saying that, my aunt sat down on the sofa in the living room, crossed her legs, and started scrolling through videos. Her long black-stockinged legs were stacked neatly one over the other, giving her a rather queenly air. Because of her high heels, and because my aunt's legs were naturally long to begin with, her left knee was raised very high, while her right leg rested lightly across it and swayed faintly, drawing a graceful curve through the air. With her weight settled into the sofa, the straight skirt stretched tight over the generous curve of her hips and butt, making you want to strip away the annoying fabric and get a good look at her round, full backside.

In my memory, my aunt never seemed to cross her legs out in public. It looked like she'd only do it occasionally when there was no one else around. At moments like this, she no longer felt so restrained to me. Instead, she gave off a fully mature, openly sensual aura. Paired with the teacher's uniform and black stockings, she was almost impossible to resist.

After I finished making up the bed, my aunt drove back home. After dinner, I got a video call on WeChat. When I took a look, it was from Mom. I tapped answer, and after a brief pause Mom's familiar face appeared on the screen. Her fair, oval-shaped face, smooth and elegant brows, slightly sultry phoenix eyes, and red lipstick all came into view. She was wearing a nurse's uniform on the screen, and her chest was so full and high that it strained the fabric. From the background, it looked like Mom was at the care home. Since she'd set her phone fairly low, the whole screen showed almost nothing except her pretty white face and a pair of round, full breasts that were only barely concealed by her clothes.

Although they weren't twins, Mom's face looked very similar to my aunt's, with the same arched brows, phoenix eyes, and oval face. But because my aunt spent all year teaching, her features always looked colder and more severe. Mom, on the other hand, managed the care home in her day job and also worked part-time as the head nurse there when she had free time, so she was more gentle and considerate in front of me. But when she really got angry, Mom's aura was no weaker than my aunt's. The difference was that Mom always wore a smiling expression, even though she never held back when it came to laying into me.

"You little brat, you've been having so much fun at your aunt's place that you haven't even called me these past few days?"

Mom's familiar voice came through the phone. She opened with a slightly irritated tone, clearly unhappy that I hadn't taken the initiative to call her.

"I'd just finished the opening ceremony and was about to call you. Who knew you'd beat me to it? Wow, Mom, I haven't seen you for a few days and you're even prettier now."

Seeing that Mom was getting a little angry, I hurried to explain myself and, at the same time, started flattering her.

"Hmph, since when isn't your mother pretty? You little thing, you're always so slick."

Women were never hard to flatter, especially when the one doing it was her own son. Mom was scolding me, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

"Have you been obeying your aunt properly over there? I spoiled you too much when you were home. Now that you're with your aunt, she must've been giving you a hard time, right?"

Mom teased me. It looked like she'd already guessed what I'd been through at my aunt's place.

"Yeah, Mom. Aunt's too fierce. She never gives me a kind look all day long. A few days before the term started, she even locked me up to take an exam. Mom, my dear mom, just take me back home. I'll definitely listen to you properly from now on."

As soon as I mentioned my aunt, I couldn't help pouring all my grievances out to Mom. But it seemed Mom already knew what kind of situation I was in. She didn't soften at all; if anything, from her expression, she looked a little amused by my misery.

"You little rascal, your mom's been busy and hasn't had much time to manage you. Since you're in your final year now, take advantage of your aunt's guidance and study properly. Get a good result on the exam and it'll count as making up for the effort you've put in over these years."

Mom said earnestly. The concern in her eyes made my nose sting. Even though she'd always been busy, Mom had never neglected me. Because my father was away from home for long stretches, from childhood until now, most of the love I had ever received had come from Mom. I could still faintly remember being a little kid with a fever, lying with my head on Mom's lap while this woman, who never backed down from hardship in her career, silently wiped away tears as she looked at me lying sick there.

"Got it, Mom. I'll study hard over here for sure. And when you have time, you have to come see me too."

I replied quietly and didn't act up anymore. Even if it was fake, I should still say something nice to Mom and stop her from worrying. After hearing me out, I could feel Mom's body relax a little on the screen. Her brows smoothed out. "Xiaohao, if you can say that, Mom can rest easy. Your aunt is a good teacher. If she's strict with you sometimes, don't blame her. It's all for your own good. I'm pretty busy these next few days, but once I finish up, I'll make time to come see you."

After that I chatted with Mom about my daily life these past few days, including the fact that I'd been training. I even showed off my biceps to her, which surprised her quite a bit. Then I told her about what had happened between me and my senior at the bookshop. Of course, I left out what happened in my senior's room. I only talked about teasing her and getting beaten for it, which made Mom laugh so hard her whole body shook. Her pair of white, full breasts bobbed around like little rabbits on the screen, and I stared at them in stunned silence, swallowing hard before I could stop myself.

After chatting for a while, it seemed like someone on Mom's side needed her for something, so she hurriedly hung up. Her instructions echoed in my ears again, but Mom, my aunt is a good teacher. Your son, on the other hand, is a bad student. That was what I thought to myself. Since I'd already made up my mind, I had no intention of changing it. Still, I really did need to work harder at studying. At the very least, I couldn't keep disappointing Mom over that.

And so I began living a life where I went to school with my aunt every day on schedule and then came back home after classes. In class, I didn't usually take the initiative to chat with people, and since I sat all the way in the back corner, I didn't know many people. The ones I could really count as familiar were the class monitor, Liu Yiyi, and the chubby guy sitting next to me, Zhang Hai.

Zhang Hai's grades were average. His father was a small-ranking manager at a state-owned construction company, and his mother was a lawyer named Ling Xuefeng. Just hearing that name along with her profession made her sound like a rather strong-willed woman. In fact, from what Zhang Hai described, his mother had won several cases that other lawyers wouldn't even dare to touch, so she was actually pretty well-known in the city's legal circles.

But having a mother like that wasn't exactly a blessing for Zhang Hai himself. From childhood to now, his mother had been incredibly strict with him, from how long he could watch anime to how long he was allowed to go out and play, limiting everything down to the minute. That's how he'd ended up with his current timid, cautious personality. Still, he didn't exactly hate his mother. He was just getting older now and starting to feel irritated by her discipline.

According to Zhang Hai, his parents had him rather late. His mother, Ling Xuefeng, was already forty-two this year. Even so, she was very well maintained and looked like a married woman in her early thirties. Her figure was excellent too, in short, she had real charm. He even said his mother was the most mature, beautiful woman he'd ever seen, but in my eyes, my mom was the prettiest of them all.

After going to school for a few days, Zhang Hai and I gradually became familiar with each other. This chubby little guy usually seemed timid and well-behaved, but in truth he was also a dirty-minded bastard. Even though he'd never actually gone all the way with a woman, he had read plenty of novels and watched plenty of movies. When he heard that I'd already been with quite a few girls before coming here, he immediately started looking at me with admiration, called me Hao ge, and asked to learn from my experience. I accepted that title without any hesitation.

Just like that, the days went by until Friday. After classes ended in the afternoon, it was time for the holiday. Of course, students who didn't want to go home could choose to stay in the dorms. They could even go out and have fun during the day, since the school's students were generally high-achieving and the administration didn't monitor us that strictly.

Before school let out, my senior came to find me one more time, still only talking about wanting me to come to her place tomorrow. In the end, it wasn't until I promised her again and again that she finally left satisfied. As expected, that scene was seen by my aunt.

On the drive home, my aunt asked me what was going on between me and my senior. I told her again about what had happened between me and Bai Meiyin at the bookshop. I didn't expect that after I finished, my aunt gave a soft laugh. That was the first time I'd ever seen my aunt smile, and for a moment it left me a little dazed.

Bai Meiyin usually acted like a calm, graceful lady in school. I never would have guessed she'd have such a violent side in private.

If she'd seen Bai Meiyin standing in front of a mirror, wearing seductive lingerie and getting drunk on her own reflection, maybe she'd have been even more shocked.

But of course I couldn't say that out loud.