Su Wanyue was thirty-three, unmarried, and the only primary-school teacher within twenty li of Qingxi Village.
City-educated, soft-spoken, always in neat white blouses and ankle-length skirts, she wore her long hair in a low bun and rimless glasses that made her look stricter than she was. The children adored her; the men in the village watched the gentle sway of her hips when she walked the mountain paths and told each other the city had ruined her chances of marriage.
They were wrong.
The city had simply never given her what she secretly craved.
Every afternoon after classes she took the same route home: past Chen Mu's back field, through the dense bamboo grove that cooled the air and striped the sunlight green. For weeks now she had heard things in that grove: soft gasps, low murmurs, the unmistakable wet sounds of bodies moving together. She told herself she kept walking because it was the shortest way. She lied.
Today the sounds were louder, more desperate.
Su Wanyue stopped behind a stand of bamboo, heart hammering against her ribs. Through the gaps in the stalks she could see them clearly.
Xia Yuxuan—the shy little bride from next door—was on her hands and knees in the soft grass, pale-blue dress rucked up over her back, heavy breasts swaying with every thrust. Chen Mu knelt behind her, trousers shoved down just enough, lean hips rolling slow and deep. One of his hands cupped Yuxuan's throat gently; the other was between her thighs, circling her clit in steady strokes that made the girl sob with pleasure.
"Big Brother Chen… please… harder today…" Yuxuan's voice cracked, shameless now. "I want to feel you tomorrow when Er'niu touches me and knows he'll never be enough…"
Chen Mu obliged. His pace quickened, powerful and controlled, the slap of skin against skin echoing through the grove. Yuxuan's arms gave out; she buried her face in the grass and wailed as she came, entire body shaking, pussy visibly clenching around the thick cock buried inside her.
Su Wanyue's hand was already under her skirt without conscious thought, fingers slipping through slick folds that had never been this wet in her life. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, but a tiny whimper still escaped.
Chen Mu's head turned. His eyes—dark, knowing—met hers through the bamboo.
He didn't stop fucking Yuxuan. If anything he went slower, letting the teacher watch every inch slide in and out of the girl's creamy, swollen cunt.
Yuxuan noticed nothing, lost in her aftershocks.
Chen Mu smiled, slow and wolfish, and crooked a finger.
Su Wanyue should have run. Instead she stepped forward on trembling legs until she stood at the edge of the small clearing.
Yuxuan finally lifted her head, saw the teacher, and flushed crimson—but didn't move to cover herself. Chen Mu's cock was still inside her, twitching gently.
"Teacher Su," he said calmly, as if they were discussing lesson plans. "You're early today."
Su Wanyue tried to speak and managed only a faint sound. Her glasses had slipped down her nose; her fingers were still wet from her own pussy.
Chen Mu eased out of Yuxuan—slowly, deliberately—letting both women see the way his shaft glistened with the bride's juices and his own leaking precum. Yuxuan whimpered at the loss and collapsed onto her side, legs splayed, cum already beginning to trickle from her puffy pink slit.
Chen Mu stood, cock jutting proud and untouched by shame, and walked toward the teacher.
"You've been watching for weeks," he said softly. "I could smell how wet you got every time you passed."
Su Wanyue's knees buckled. He caught her easily, one arm around her waist, the other tilting her chin up so she had to meet his eyes.
"Tell me what you want, Teacher," he murmured. "Use your words. You're good at words."
Her voice came out a broken whisper. "I… I want to feel it too. Just once. Please."
He kissed her then—gentle at first, coaxing her frozen lips apart, letting her taste Yuxuan's sweetness still on his tongue. She melted against him with a sob, hands clutching his bare shoulders.
Chen Mu walked her backward until her spine met the smooth trunk of a thick bamboo. He unbuttoned her blouse with steady fingers, revealing a simple white bra that he peeled down without ceremony. Her breasts were fuller than her modest clothes suggested—pale, blue-veined, nipples a dusky rose and already painfully hard.
He bent and sucked one into his mouth, slow and thorough, while his hand slid under her long skirt. No stockings today; her thighs were bare, trembling. When his fingers found her panties they were soaked through—he pushed them aside and slid two fingers deep into tight, untouched heat.
Su Wanyue cried out against his hair. She was impossibly snug, walls fluttering in panic around the intrusion.
"Still a virgin?" he asked against her breast, voice rough with wonder.
She nodded, tears slipping beneath her glasses. "The city boys were afraid of teachers. Please… be gentle…"
He was.
He lifted her skirt handful by handful until it bunched at her waist, lifted one of her legs to hook around his hip, and lined himself up. The head of his cock nudged her slick entrance; he pushed in only an inch and stopped, letting her adjust, kissing away her tears.
"Breathe, Wanyue," he whispered. "I've got you."
Another inch. She whimpered, clung tighter. Another. Her virgin cunt stretched around him, hot and resistant and perfect.
When he finally seated himself fully—slow, relentless, until his balls pressed against her ass—she was shaking so hard he had to hold her up. He stayed still, buried deep, letting her feel every throb of his cock inside her.
"Move," she finally begged, voice cracking. "Please move—"
He did.
Long, slow strokes that dragged over every raw nerve ending. She came on the tenth thrust—sudden, shocking, a gush of wetness that soaked them both as she wailed into his shoulder. He kept moving through it, gentle then harder, building her toward a second peak while Yuxuan watched from the grass, fingers lazily circling her own clit at the sight.
When Su Wanyue came again it was with his name on her lips like a prayer, pussy clamping down so hard he had no choice—he buried himself deep and let go, flooding her virgin womb with thick, endless pulses of cum until it overflowed and ran down her thighs in creamy rivulets.
He held her through the aftershocks, still inside her, kissing her sweat-damp temple.
From the grass, Yuxuan's voice floated up, shy but wicked: "Teacher Su… tomorrow after school… can I sit in on your private lesson too?"
Su Wanyue could only nod, breathless, legs wrapped tight around the man who had just ruined her for anyone else forever.
The bamboo leaves rustled overhead, keeping their secret.