September 27, 2024, Monday, Sunny.
September 30, 2024, Thursday, Sunny. Today after school, when all the other teachers had left, I was still preparing teaching materials. There wasn't much to organize, but for some reason, I wanted to stay in the office a bit longer. After half an hour, he came, still standing at the door without entering, one hand hidden behind his back. I looked up at him.
"Do you need something?"
"Nothing, just came to see you, Teacher."
"What's there to see about me?"
"It's just that Teacher is so beautiful, curvaceous, mature and charming, with an angelic face and devilish figure, like a jade masterpiece carefully sculpted by the creator."
His words made me feel embarrassed, my face instantly turning red, my heart pounding like a little deer. I lowered my head, not daring to look at him. After a moment of silence with no movement, I slowly raised my head and found he was already standing beside me, staring straight at me. Sitting in my chair, I seemed unable to move, feeling anxious under his gaze. But his face wore a sunny smile. Just as I lowered my head shyly, he knelt on one knee, took out the roses from behind his back, and said:
"Teacher Qin, I like you."
This truly startled me. For a moment, my mouth hung open, not knowing what to do, then I quickly covered it with one hand to avoid looking ugly.
After more than a minute, I came to my senses, while he maintained his position, still kneeling on one knee, holding flowers seemingly waiting for my response. I pretended to be composed and said:
"Thank you for liking Teacher. Let's consider this an early Teachers' Day gift."
Then I took the flowers with both hands and placed them on the desk.
"Teacher Qin, you know what I mean."
He stood up, placed both hands on my shoulders, pressing me back against the chair, staring straight at me, then said:
"Teacher, I really like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"
Looking at his sunny, handsome face, feeling the strength and warmth of his hands, I momentarily felt like I was in love. No, that must be an illusion. How could I have feelings for my student? I quickly pushed his hands away, got up, grabbed my bag, and tried to flee the office.
Just as I reached the door, he grabbed me and naturally pulled me into his arms. One arm wrapped around my shoulders, other around my waist and he kicked the office door shut. Feeling his strong, powerful, broad arms, I suddenly became as weak as a little lamb, unable to move.
"Teacher, I'm serious. I really like you. Will you be my girlfriend?" he gently asked, lowering his head to my hair, waiting for my answer.
"Calm down. I'm your teacher, and I'm almost forty. Look at school, so many young girls like you. They are prettier and younger than me."
"What does being teacher and student matter? I prefer someone older. Those young girls can't compare to you, Teacher."
He easily dismissed my concerns.
"Teacher, whether you agree or not, I've made up my mind. If you're willing, I'll be waiting for you downstairs at your apartment at eight tomorrow morning."
After saying this, he released me and walked out of the office. I felt like I had escaped a crisis, standing there for a long time before returning home...
October 1, 2024, Saturday, Sunny. Last night I tossed and turned thinking about what happened in the office and didn't sleep well. My mind was full of his words "I like you." I woke up naturally early in the morning. Looking at my phone, it was almost 7 AM. Sitting in front of the makeup mirror, seeing my dark circles, I muttered, "It's all that rascal's fault."
After washing up, I unconsciously put on beautiful makeup and wore nice clothes, as if anticipating something. Looking at my phone, it was already 7:59 AM. I unconsciously walked to the window and looked toward the complex entrance. Sure enough, he was there, looking down at his phone. He wore light blue sports jacket with white t-shirt, track pants, and basketball shoes, he had such a youthful vibe. Then he looked up at me and waved, scaring me into quickly turning around and hiding behind the window. I leaning against the wall, both hands covering my pounding chest.
I closed the curtains and returned to the dressing table. Looking at myself in the mirror, today's makeup somehow didn't satisfy me. It must be because I didn't sleep well and looked tired. I was all that rascal's fault for daring to flirt with his teacher in the office and wanting to date me. Dream on!
I removed my makeup and changed back into my loungewear and lay down. Picking up my phone, I saw 4 missed calls. I knew they must be from him. Then I saw a message from him saying, "Teacher, if you don't come down, I won't leave." I replied, "Forget about yesterday and go back to study hard." After a while, he didn't reply, so I sent another message telling him to go home.
Until after 9 AM, I pulled back the curtains and saw he was still standing there, smiling and waving at me. I quickly closed the curtains and sent him another message, telling him to go home.
But half an hour later, when I went to the window again, I still saw him standing there. With no other choice, I had to go downstairs to persuade him. When I reached the complex entrance, I saw him staring at me intently. Only then did I realize I had come down in my loungewear: a V-neck silk top that exposed a large area of snow-white flesh on my chest, with the hem only reaching the top of my thighs, exposing my jade legs to his sight. The gazes of men, women, old, and young passing by the complex entrance seemed to focus on me. I hurriedly covered my chest with one hand, grabbed my skirt hem with the other, and said, "Go home quickly," then turned around, covered my face, and ran back home like escaping.
I didn't look out the window again until after lunch, when I glanced and saw he was no longer there. I didn't know when he had left.
Reading Teacher Qin's which read like an essay, I could confirm that the she might indeed have fallen for her own student, and I think I might have guessed who that student was. But what happened next was something I never could have imagined.
October 6, 2024, Wednesday, Sunny. For 6 consecutive days, he came to the complex entrance in the morning and left in the afternoon. Every day, leaning by the window, I watched the handsome young man holding flowers waiting for me. It truly felt like being in love. Today he didn't leave until evening.
October 7, 2024, Thursday. Today he came again, still handsome, still holding flowers. I decided to clarify things with him and properly guide this young man.
But when I walked up to him and saw his handsome face, when he handed me the flowers, I unconsciously accepted them, feeling sweetness in my heart. Under his sweet talk, we went to the suburban forest park. His little actions along the way made my heart flutter, and finally, in the car, he entered my body.
What? Aunt Qin actually had sex with him? And from the text, it wasn't forced but tacit consent, even anticipated. What kind of magic did he have?
October 8, 2024, Friday. In the morning, I saw him standing at the school gate. When he saw me arrive, he greeted me with a smile, as if waiting for me. At noon during break, he sent a message asking me to meet him in the equipment room. I knew his intentions and didn't reply.
But after a while, he came to the office. To avoid other teachers noticing anything unusual, I had to go to the door and tell him not to act recklessly at school. But he didn't listen, grabbing my hand and walking away. I had no choice but to follow closely. After entering the equipment room, he gave me passionate kisses. Under his constantly changing lewd techniques, my body grew hot with desire. At this point, he had already put away his smile and said in a cold voice:
"Beg me."
Finally, with my tearful pleas, he entered my body again. In an instant, it felt as if even my soul had been elevated, floating in ecstasy.
Before leaving, he said he knew I had a habit of keeping a diary, then in a commanding tone told me to write about yesterday's events in my diary.
Seeing this, I quickly flipped through the diary, but found nothing more. This diary stopped on October 8, 2024, with blank pages afterward.
I inadvertently glanced at the drawer again and sure enough, under an A4 paper, there was another notebook. With trembling hands, I took it out and opened it to the first blank page. It had the teacher's name, Qin Yuanyuan, and the date October 7, 2024. In the middle was a small European-style crown drawn in black pen.
With trembling hands, I turned to the next page. By now, the anger in my heart had gradually disappeared, replaced by nervousness and excitement. My trembling hands were no longer shaking from anger, but rather from anticipation.