The next morning, the air at the dining table was thick and sticky, like uncooked oatmeal. Sunlight streamed in at an angle, and even the burnt edges of the fried eggs on the plate exuded a deliberately feigned calm.
I poked at the yolk with my fork, glancing at the other side of the table out of the corner of my eye.
Zhou Huixin, the mother, sat there, spreading butter on a slice of bread with her fingertips. Her movements were still nimble, but the red tinge behind her ears, peeking out from her hair as if it had been steamed, was impossible to hide.
She raised the milk glass to her lips, seemingly trying to conceal something with the act of drinking. Just a fraction of a second before the rim touched her lips, my gaze landed precisely on her face.
Her movements froze for a second.
Its eyes, like those of a startled bird, brushed against me briefly before snapping away.
Inside, shame and guilt surged up like silt at the bottom of the water, but she forcefully suppressed them.
She took a big gulp of milk, her throat moving rapidly, and the cup made a soft clinking sound when she put it down.
"Look... what are you looking at?" She cleared her throat, her voice a little dry, her eyes fixed on the bacon on the plate, pretending to be intently studying its perfect browning.
I slowly looked away, spread the broken egg yolk on the bread, and forced a smile that wasn't really a smile: "Mom, your ears are so red."
"It's hot!" she blurted out, her voice rising an octave, making her sound even weaker. The blush on her cheeks spread rapidly, almost merging with her ears to form a fiery sunset.
Shen Youyi, with a piece of apple in her mouth, looked at me, then at my mother, her round eyes blinking innocently, seemingly oblivious to everything.
My dad, wearing his reading glasses, is completely absorbed in the stock market chart in the morning paper.
Everything seemed normal. But the unseen tension in the air was something only she and I understood.
As soon as the lunch break bell rings, the teaching building instantly transforms into a giant speaker, with the clamor of students leaving school flowing out in a loud, clamorous sound.
I mingled with the crowd heading to the cafeteria, but then I turned and went straight into the quiet teachers' office building.
The corridor was empty, sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting long strips of light that slanted across the polished floor tiles. The door to the senior physics office was quietly ajar.
I pushed the door open and went in.
Zhou Huixin was sitting at her desk by the window, with an open physics competition guidebook in front of her and a red pen beside her.
The sunlight gilded the edges of her white shirt, and her thin-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, giving her an air of focused work—if one ignored the fleeting look of surprise in her eyes when she suddenly looked up.
"Xiao Mo? How come you..." I interrupted her before she could finish speaking.
With a soft click, I locked the door from the inside. The sound seemed abrupt in the overly quiet office.
Her body tensed visibly, and she instinctively shrank back, her eyes wide like those of a frightened animal: "Why did you lock the door?! This is a school!"
"What's wrong with the school?" I walked over and quickly got to her desk, bracing myself against the edge of the desk with both hands, trapping her in the triangle formed by the chair, the desk, and my body.
Looking down at her with intense gaze, staring intently into her eyes behind her glasses, he said, "It's lunchtime. Who's got nothing better to do than sneak into the office?"
My breath brushed against the stray hairs on her forehead.
Her neck was stiff, her fingers curled up, digging into the edges of the pages, her voice low but like cotton soaked in water: "No! Absolutely not! This is... this is my workplace..."
"Work?" I sneered, thrusting my hips forward, my lower abdomen dangerously pressed against the small space in front of her through the thin school pants and the edge of the desk. "Who said in the bathroom last night that they saw me on the podium during the day... all they could think about was the shape of my penis pressing against her throat?"
Her face flushed bright red, almost as if it were about to bleed, as if she had been punched in the face. Her lips trembled, and the words "Stop talking" stuck in her throat, impossible to utter.
That was her deepest, most unbearable secret, which I ripped open and exposed in this office filled with chalk dust and the smell of paper.
"There's no one here." I approached, my tone carrying an undeniable command, the oppressive feeling like a boulder crushing down. "Open your mouth. Take it in."
"No... Xiao Mo... don't..." Her voice trembled with panic, her eyes darting left and right frantically, as if searching for an impossible escape route.
The last vestiges of dignity befitting a teacher and the identity of a mother, under the dual pressure of the enclosed environment of the office and my piercing gaze, deflated rapidly like a punctured balloon.
While she was distracted, I reached down and deftly unzipped her school trousers.
The desire that had been suppressed all morning suddenly broke free of its restraints, leaping out ferociously and sticking hot against the outside of her hand resting on her knee!
"Ah!" She reacted as if she had been burned by a hot iron, and tried to pull her hand away, but I grabbed her wrist in time!
"Mom," I gripped her slender wrist with such force that it was impossible to break free, and forcefully pulled her hand, which was instinctively resisting, and pressed it down on my erect penis with her palm facing upwards!
The scalding heat and hardness, with its prominent veins, contrasted sharply with the cold skin of her wrist.
"Do I really have to grab your hair and press you down?" The voice was low and harsh, carrying the tone of an ultimatum.
Zhou Huixin's shoulders trembled violently, as if her last bit of strength to struggle had been drained away.
Despair and something deeper churned and intertwined in her eyes.
She closed her eyes resignedly, her long eyelashes fluttering like startled butterfly wings, her nostrils flaring rapidly.
My clenched fingers loosened one by one, and my palms passively flattened, enveloping my swollen bottom.
Then, it was as if she had started some kind of pre-programmed procedure.
She didn't look at me.
My body slid stiffly, inch by inch, off the office chair.
The knees of the expensive women's trousers brushed against the smooth tiled floor with a soft "plop".
She knelt in the faint shadow cast by the pile of cold file folders, like a bizarre image of someone falling from a shrine to an altar.
The proud, rigorous, and meticulous Teacher Zhou has vanished. Kneeling under the desk is merely a shell driven by a mad desire and absolute pressure in his blood.
She lowered her head, a few soft, curly strands of hair falling down her forehead, obscuring half of her face and all the humiliation in her expression.
All that could be seen was a section of fair and delicate neck, taut under the strong light streaming in from the window.
Her hands were cold, but at that moment they rose very slowly and obediently, her slightly trembling fingertips carefully and gently grasping the base of my burning hot penis.
The burning flesh made her fingertips tremble again.
He didn't look up, nor did he open his eyes.
She simply relied on the instincts that had been tamed within her body to open her lips—the middle of her small lower lip slightly sunken due to the pressure—and with extreme precision, gently took the tip of the bulging, purplish-red glans into the warm, moist front of her mouth.
"Mmm..." A barely audible whimper, almost a whisper, escaped from deep within her throat, like the mournful cry of a newborn animal. Her teeth inevitably grazed against that extremely sensitive edge.
"Ugh!" I groaned, a wave of pleasure washing over me, and my fingertips dug uncontrollably into the wood of the tabletop. "Ouch... Stupid! Don't use your teeth!"
She immediately reacted as if she had done something wrong, trying to press her chin down even lower to expand the capacity of her mouth. The soft, docile tip of her tongue rushed up in a panic, trying to envelop the hard head.
The cold fingers clumsily cooperated, grasping the exposed shaft and swollen scrotum below, and began to awkwardly stroke up and down.
The temperature inside her mouth rose rapidly as she diligently sucked on the extremely sensitive coronal sulcus at the tip.
Each time my tongue swept across the grooves, a clear electric current surged up my spine.
Only suppressed, sticky sounds remained in the office: the faint smacking of saliva, heavy, suppressed breathing, and the subtle thumping of my penis in that narrow, moist cavity.
The sunlight was still bright, and the faint sounds of students getting their meals from downstairs could be heard outside the window, carrying an air of youthful carefree joy, which only made the chaotic and decadent atmosphere in this corner of the office seem like an absurd hell.
Just as I was indulging in the ultimate pleasure brought by this dual stimulation, my waist and abdomen tightened in preparation for release—
"Knock, knock, knock!" A clear knocking sound suddenly rang out in the silence!
"Teacher Zhou? Teacher Zhou, are you there? I've finished using the teaching materials you lent me this morning..."
It's Mr. Wang, the chemistry teacher from the next class! I could hear his voice coming from outside the door; his hand was even on the doorknob!
boom!
A cold current instantly surged up my spine and into my brain!
Zhou Huixin, who was kneeling under the table, suddenly stiffened, like a stone sculpture frozen in time!
The sucking stopped abruptly, and the hand holding my base instantly lost its grip and loosened its hold.
Her entire mouth tensed to its limit, clenching tightly and desperately at my penetrating glans, a choked, dying sob escaping her throat: "Ugh—!!!"
The sheer force of this intense terror, erupting from the point of contact, was like the valve of a meat grinder suddenly closing! A wave of overwhelming pain and an equally intense pleasure exploded at the point of contact like a nuclear bomb!
"Holy shit—!!!" I screamed uncontrollably, my lower abdomen bulging upwards!
Driven by excruciating pain, terror, and overwhelming pleasure, streams of scalding, viscous semen, like lava, were released like a high-pressure water gun being pulled on its trigger!
"Pfft!! Pfft pfft pfft—!!!!"
An uncontrollable and intensified jet of gas!
It penetrated deep into her throat, which was spasming uncontrollably due to extreme fear, without any reservation!
The warm semen pounded against the base of her tongue, assaulted her throat, and filled her esophagus!
"Gurgle...uh...cough!!!" Her body trembled violently under my intense thrusting!
He rolled his eyes in despair!
A large amount of semen mixed with acid from her stomach gushed uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, which she could not close!
Drip, drip, smeared all over her chin and neck, then splashed onto the knees of her expensive trousers as she knelt on the ground, and onto the clean, cold tiles, leaving behind messy, glaring wet stains.
Outside the door, Teacher Wang, having probably heard my out-of-control swearing and strange sobbing sounds from inside, stopped knocking and asked hesitantly, "...Teacher Zhou? What's wrong? Is everything... alright inside?"
Zhou Huixin was choked and almost suffocated. Her whole body was shaking violently, and she weakly braced herself on the ground.
I took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing my still convulsing waist and hips, and tried to keep my voice steady as I shouted towards the door, my voice hoarse from being burned by desire: "N-nothing... it's nothing, Teacher Wang! I accidentally spilled water... coffee on myself! Please leave the teaching materials at the door! Thank you!" I sounded embarrassed and annoyed.
There was silence outside the door for a few seconds.
"...Oh...okay, then...please tidy up, I'll put it on the chair by the door." The footsteps left hesitantly.
The office was deathly silent.
All that remained were Zhou Huixin's low, painful coughs, dry heaving, and violent, bellows-like breathing.
She wiped the sticky liquid from her face and neck with the back of her hand, her eyes unfocused and unfocused, as if she had just survived a devastating tsunami.
I looked down at her completely wrecked state, zipped up my pants, grabbed a few tissues from the desk and tossed them over, my voice cold and hard, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction: "Clean it up."