Soon it was time for the parent-teacher meeting.
The mother's clear and steady closing remarks echoed from the classroom, followed by a buzz of discussion.
When the classroom door creaked open, Su Wantang and I had been standing on the balcony outside for a while, chatting idly about trivial things.
The parents filed out and each found their own child.
Su Wantang's mother, Lin Wanyi—I always called her Aunt Lin—also walked over gracefully.
A gentle smile graced her face, and her voice was as soft as a breeze brushing against the willow branches: "Tangtang, let's go to the cafeteria first."
My mother was surrounded by several parents, and they were still talking. Aunt Lin looked at me and said, "Mo Mo, shall we go eat together?"
My stomach had been rumbling for a while, so I quickly waved to my mom and said, "Mom, I'm going to eat with Aunt Lin and the others!"
My mother looked at me through the crowd, nodded, and seemed to have something else in her eyes, but I didn't think about it.
So the three of us headed towards the cafeteria.
Su Wantang naturally walked to my left, her little mouth chattering non-stop, like a happy sparrow, gossiping about the latest school news.
I responded with "uh-huh" and "ah-ah" sounds, but I couldn't concentrate.
Because Aunt Lin, who was walking on the right... was a bit dazzling.
A gust of wind blew by, carrying a refreshing yet slightly warm fragrance that drifted into my nostrils. It was Aunt Lin's scent. Only then did I focus my attention and take a closer look at her.
Today she wore a perfectly tailored white cheongsam; the silk fabric shimmered with a warm luster under the light, and it was embroidered with several delicate blue intertwined plum blossoms.
This cheongsam...it's practically made to fit her figure!
Her already curvaceous figure was made even more breathtaking by the covering.
Especially her two ample breasts, which bounced with her unhurried high heels through the smooth silk fabric with a breathtaking amplitude and tension, as if they were about to break free and jump out at any moment.
Her jet-black hair was neatly tied up at the back of her head, with a white jade hairpin inserted at an angle, revealing her slender, fair neck.
Below, white sheer stockings tightly hugged her shapely calves, extending into a pair of elegant nude pointed-toe high heels.
Standing there, she was like a vivid and charming picture of a lady from Jiangnan, gentle and elegant, even her voice was like cotton soaked in water, light and soft.
"Silence, are you stressed about your studies lately?" She tilted her head slightly to look at me, a perfectly timed smile playing on her lips.
But then, as if struck by lightning, a completely inappropriate, even blasphemous, thought suddenly popped into my head: If someone as gentle as her were pinned down, what would her soft, melodious voice sound like when she woke up?
"Damn it!" I cursed inwardly and quickly extinguished the flame of anger.
Have I been completely drained by those vixens in my family lately? All the lewd thoughts in my head are spilling onto my elders!
It must be because he's been spending too much time with his mother, Youyi, and that crazy girl Maisui that he's confused his threshold!
I forcibly averted my gaze from her rounded hips, which swayed gently with her steps and were encased in a tight cheongsam, and mumbled, "It's...it's alright."
As I dealt with Su Wantang, the wicked thoughts stirred within me by the cheongsam and white stockings grew wildly like weeds. Should I just wait and see? What if these thoughts actually came true?
They arrived at the cafeteria quickly. Aunt Lin said gently, "You two find a seat first, I'll go get the food."
"Okay, Mom!" Su Wantang replied cheerfully.
"Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Lin." I said, but my eyes unconsciously followed her back.
The figure, fully covered by a cheongsam yet revealing its curves, especially the shape of its hips, swayed gracefully with the patter of high heels, like a ripe peach gently swaying on a branch.
Damn it, whatever!
My thoughts immediately sank into that damn system in my mind, and I quickly executed: [Add tag: Lin Wanyi]
[Attribute Definition: Obsessed with his daughter's boyfriend's (silent) penis]
Fearing the system might cause me some trouble again, I made a special note: [Important identification: Daughter's boyfriend = Silent (myself)! No NTR content allowed! No substitutions allowed! I'm emphasizing this three times!]
After doing all this, I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders, yet also a strange, inexplicable heat.
Soon, Aunt Lin returned carrying two plates piled high with food.
"I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I just ordered some random things. Silent, please take a look and see if it suits your taste?" She put down the plate, her smile warm and natural.
"I love everything Aunt Lin orders, I'm not picky," I replied with a smile, though my heart was racing a little. We were sitting at a table for four, and I naturally sat on one side, while Su Wantang pulled her mother to sit opposite us.
"I'll go get some soup." I got up, mainly to avoid being observed.
When I returned with three bowls of soup, I had just sat down and taken a couple of bites when I suddenly felt something brush against my calf from under the table.
The movements were very light, with a faint tactile sensation of fabric rubbing against the skin.
I paused slightly, picked up the bowl, took a sip of soup, and glanced across the table without making a sound.
Su Wantang was pouting as she picked at the green peppers on her plate that she didn't like, showing no sign of anything amiss.
Aunt Lin ate her meal in small bites, her posture elegant and her gaze calm. She even used serving chopsticks to put a piece of rib on Su Wantang's plate, saying, "Eat more meat." Her expression management was perfect; not even her ears turned red.
Am I just imagining things?
Just as I was about to relax, the sensation returned.
This time it was clearer and more precise as it pressed against me, with the subtle resistance and warmth unique to stockings, gently and slowly sliding upwards a short distance along the outside of my calf.
My heart skipped a beat! Under the cover of looking down at my food, I quickly glanced under the table—
As far as the eye could see, where the tablecloth hung, a pair of feet, clad in nude pointed high heels and encased in white stockings, were placed together under the table.
And one of the feet, with its toes slightly raised, was rubbing against the outside of my... thigh covered by my pants fabric, very slowly and ambiguously, again and again, on the instep covered by stockings!
hiss--
It really is Aunt Lin!
That label... took effect so quickly?
Or perhaps... there was something hidden beneath her dignified and gentle exterior, and this damned label was just a catalyst, accelerating the process?
Never mind!
The subtle, almost criminal sensation from the friction of the stockings felt like a subtle electric current creeping up my spine.
I maintained a normal eating expression on my face, chewing bland rice, but all my senses were focused on the small space under the table.
The warm, slightly oppressive friction, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, almost imperceptible, seemed to be exploring, or perhaps a silent invitation.
The smoothness of the white silk and the subtle rubbing sensation from its woven texture were clearly felt through the fabric of the pants, stimulating the senses.
The meal ended in this eerie yet thrilling silence (at least for me).
Su Wantang ate to her heart's content, and Aunt Lin put down her chopsticks with a normal expression, gently wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin. Her movements were still so elegant and proper, as if the white silk-clad foot that was causing trouble on my lap under the table had nothing to do with her.
"Aunt Lin, I'm going to pack some for my mom." I tried to keep my voice steady.
"Okay, go ahead. Don't let your mother go hungry," Aunt Lin replied with a smile.
After I packed up my mom's food and came back, the three of us walked to the classroom together.
Not far from the cafeteria, Aunt Lin suddenly spoke up, her voice still gentle but carrying an undeniable air: "Silence, there's something I'd like to ask you for a favor."
"Aunt Lin, please speak."
"Wanwan is doing well in all her other subjects, but it's math," she said, gently patting Su Wantang's shoulder beside her. "She always falls just short. I heard you're particularly good at math? Could you… perhaps take some time to come over and tutor Wanwan? Her dad is often away on business trips, and as her mother, I really can't manage to help her."
I glanced at Su Wantang instinctively. The girl was trying hard to keep a straight face, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up. Her big eyes were bright and full of expectation, and she was pretending to be reserved as she whispered a protest: "Mom... there's no need to go through with silence, right? I... I can try harder myself..."
His expression was practically screaming "Say yes, say yes!"
"Why are you being so polite with Chenmo?" Aunt Lin gave my daughter a reproachful look, her tone gentle yet unusually forceful as she made the decision for me. "It's settled then! Chenmo, when is it convenient for you? How about the weekend? You can help her out, and Aunt Lin will cook you something delicious!"
"Okay... I'll go over this weekend. Tonight, I'll give Wan Tang some practice to get a feel for her abilities, and I'll make her a practice test this weekend." I nodded.
Su Wantang's face immediately lit up with a bright smile, like a little squirrel who had stolen candy.
Back in the classroom, most of the parents had left. I handed the packed lunch to my mother, who was still tidying up the podium: "Mom, eat it while it's hot."
"Hmm." Mom took the lunchbox and casually asked, "Did you just have lunch with Aunt Lin and the others?"
"yes."
"Oh..." Mom slowly opened the lunchbox lid, picked up her chopsticks, and said in a calm tone, "Your Aunt Lin sent a message saying... you agreed to go to Wanwan's house to tutor her in math?"
My heart skipped a beat: "Yes, Aunt Lin mentioned it, saying that Wanwan needs to brush up on her math."
Mom picked up a piece of pork rib, but didn't put it in her mouth immediately. She looked up at me with a half-smile, her eyes seeming to pierce through me: "Really? Just math tutoring?"
I felt a little guilty under her gaze: "Otherwise what?"
"Heh," Mom sneered, her red lips parted slightly, she took a bite of the rib and chewed slowly, but her eyes were like cold blades scraping my face. "I have a feeling... someone is going to great lengths to play matchmaker for their daughter."
"Mom! What are you thinking!" I retorted immediately, but inwardly I was screaming: The matchmaker probably wasn't there for my daughter, but for her to want to get together with him herself! Of course, I couldn't say that out loud no matter what.
"Am I overthinking it?" Mom scoffed, taking another bite of rice. Her tone was sour. "That girl is beautiful, and Mom is young... 'Intellectual and gentle,' so likable. You two are so close, chatting and tutoring each other..."
"Mom, I really just went to help!" I quickly interrupted her speculation. If she listened any longer, I felt she was about to expose Aunt Lin directly. "I'm going to the restroom!" I made up the lame excuse and practically fled. I could feel my mother's cold and meaningful gaze behind me.
When the school bell rang, the classroom doorway suddenly became lively.
"Silence! Shall we go together?" Mai Sui, carrying a bag, came over casually and put her arm around my neck. Her arms were strong, and her eyes were eager, with an undeniable familiarity.
Before I could even speak, Shen Youyi quietly stood beside me with her schoolbag, her clear eyes fixed on me. Although she didn't say anything, her silent expectation was more powerful than the clamor of the wheat ears.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat, feeling a slight tingling on my scalp, "Maisui, Youyi, today... I'm afraid it's not possible."
Mai Sui frowned and loosened her grip slightly: "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to Su Wantang's house." I tried to make it sound natural. "Her mother... Aunt Lin, asked me to come over and tutor her in math."
"Why bother with math tutoring! School's over, time to relax!" Mai Sui immediately complained, tightening her grip on my neck.
Shen Youyi didn't speak, but her beautiful eyes instantly filled with tears, and the corners of her mouth turned down slightly, revealing a mixture of loss and grievance of being abandoned, which made people's hearts tighten.
"Alright! Stop fooling around!" I pulled my hand away from Mai Sui, a little helpless. "I promised them."
Mai Sui pouted, giving me a couple of sharp glares, her dissatisfaction almost overflowing. Shen Youyi silently lowered her head, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions in her eyes, her fingers twisting the strap of her schoolbag tightly.
"Well...we're leaving now." Mai Sui finally snorted, as if in a huff or making a declaration, and grabbed the arm of a boy watching the commotion. "Let's go, let's go, we won't disturb their 'tutoring'!" The boy was dragged away by Mai Sui with a bewildered look on his face.
Shen Youyi slowly left in another direction, turning back every few steps.
I watched helplessly as their figures disappeared at the top of the stairs. As soon as I turned around, I saw Mai Sui and Shen Youyi exchanging a silent glance at each other a few meters apart at the corner of the stairs.
Mai Sui's eyes revealed undisguised displeasure and frustration at being "snatched away by Su Wantang again"; Shen Youyi's eyes were even more complicated, showing grievance, accusation, and a hint of... faint hostility towards Mai Sui.
The two girls' eyes met in mid-air with a sharp, crackling sound.
Then, almost simultaneously, they both let out a soft snort, turning their faces away in perfect unison, one to the left, the other to the right, each disappearing at the end of the corridor. The lingering echoes of their cold snorts seemed to still linger in the air.
Turning around, Su Wantang was already standing not far away, her schoolbag slung over her shoulder, a sweet smile on her face that seemed to indicate she had everything under control: "Silence, shall we go?"
I took a deep breath, suppressing the restlessness and helplessness that had risen in my heart because of the scene just now, and nodded: "Okay, let's go."
Aunt Lin's car smoothly glided into a quiet residential area. Compared to my somewhat old school district house, this place was clearly much more upscale.
Su Wantang skipped out of the car and, familiar with the way, grabbed my arm and started heading upstairs. "Mo Chen, hurry up, my math test is driving me crazy!"
Aunt Lin parked the car, carrying the fresh fruit she had bought along the way, and said in her gentle voice, "You all go to your rooms and do your homework first, I'll prepare dinner."
Su Wantang's bedroom is a typical girly style, mainly pink, and filled with many dolls.
She immediately looked distressed when she unfolded the math test paper covered in red crosses.
I composed myself, sat down next to her, and patiently explained things to her one by one.
Time flew by amidst her calculations on the draft paper and her sudden exclamations of wonder.
After some time, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door, and Aunt Lin's voice came through the door, carrying the warm aroma of home-cooked food: "Tangtang, Momo, dinner's ready."
"Yay! I'm starving!" Su Wantang immediately threw down her pen and dragged me outside.
Inside the restaurant, the lighting was a warm, yellowish hue. The tables were laden with a sumptuous spread of dishes, their aromas irresistible. My gaze swept across the table; braised pork ribs, steamed fish, braised prawns… all hearty dishes.
But then my gaze fell on a few special dishes, and my heart skipped a beat.
Juicy oysters covered the ice plate, drizzled with lemon juice; golden scrambled eggs with chives were piled high; and there was a plate of glistening, tempting stir-fried pork kidneys piled high with brown pork kidneys!
This combination of dishes... isn't it a bit too "targeted"?
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant: Was Aunt Lin's action unintentional, or... under the influence of that label, was she already making some kind of "preparations for battle"?
Is this implying that I need to "boost my stamina" so that I can "show my true colors" later?
The moment that thought crossed my mind, my manhood started to stir.
Aunt Lin brought out the last bowl of soup from the kitchen, still wearing her floral apron, but it did nothing to hide the amazing curves outlined by her tight-fitting cheongsam.
Her large breasts appeared even fuller under the apron straps, swaying slightly with her movements.