I had just placed the pantyhose box on the table when my mother walked through the door. "Mom, your package is on the table," I said, nodding toward the box. "What made you buy pantyhose? I haven't seen you wear any in years." I couldn't help but voice my confusion.
"Next week, there's an inspection by higher-ups, and the school requires all teachers to wear uniforms that day. You know how rough those work pants are—they chafe if worn directly. I thought wearing pantyhose underneath would help. Or if they require skirts that day, pantyhose would be more appropriate," my mother explained in detail.
"This velvet pair can be worn as leggings. Xiao Yan said they're incredibly comfortable!" As she spoke, my mother changed into a pink yoga outfit, with the dark gray velvet pantyhose still on underneath.
Yoga pants over pantyhose—wasn't that just another form of "pantyhose under pants"?
"Xiao Yan? You don't mean Principal Yan Yan, do you?"
I was shocked. "Yes, why? Xiao Yan is actually really nice in private. She might be strict with students, but it's all for your own good," my mother said, giving me a look.
"Right, right, you're absolutely correct," I conceded.
The "Xiao Yan" my mother referred to was none other than our school principal, nicknamed "The King of Hell" by the students.
She's two years younger than my mom, and you hardly ever see this older woman smile on a normal day. Students always take detours to avoid her—if she catches you, it's an endless stream of criticism and nitpicking. "Why is this girl's hair so long?" "Take those earrings off." "Put your uniform on properly." Countless complaints are constantly on her lips.
The only praiseworthy thing might be that her figure and looks are top-tier. From my extensive "film-watching" experience, only peak-level Sayama Ai could rival her.
Standing at 170 cm, she never goes without high heels and black stockings. Whether it's winter or summer, whether she's wearing pants or a skirt, those stockings and heels seem permanently fused to her legs—the only variation being the style and height of the heels or the thickness of the stockings. From single-strap heels to patent leather pumps, from sheer 0D stockings to black leggings, in this regard, her advice to my mom could be considered expertise in her field. With her 36E bust, she even slightly outdoes my mom in chest measurement when they stand together. Similar bust size, nearly identical height, equally firm and steep hips—if I didn't see their faces, even I, her own son, would struggle to tell them apart.
"Mom, why have you started practicing yoga again lately?" I asked another question as I watched my mom change into her yoga outfit. When did she even buy this? I couldn't recall for a moment.
"Auntie Yan told me that practicing yoga can improve your figure and cultivate your character. She even gave me a few discs to follow along with," my mom said, pulling out a stack of discs as she spoke. This was probably the first time I'd ever seen "discs" in my life—I thought they only existed in jokes.
"Maybe this is just the mutual admiration between strict, old-fashioned women..." I muttered under my breath. "So much nonsense? Have you finished your homework? All you do when you get home is play! Look at Auntie Yan's son—he's first in his class. When will you ever be first..." My mom seized the opportunity to scold me, launching into the classic "someone else's child" lecture. Auntie Yan's son is named Wang Mu, the class monitor of Class Four and also the top student in his class. I don't know him well, just that he exists.
"Alright, alright, I'm going to do my homework," I said, quickly escaping the living room and retreating to my room. Is Ms. Wu really that promiscuous? Who is the person on the other end of the phone? Why does the class monitor have these three videos? As I worked on my homework, my mind couldn't help but wander back to the three videos from before school ended. I had no clues at all. Beep, beep—the group chat with my close friends was buzzing with intense discussion again. Probably everyone had finished their homework and started chatting.
I pulled out my phone and saw a whopping 437 unread messages. Normally, we wouldn't even chat this much in a whole week. It seemed those three videos had not only affected me but also sparked massive discussion and topics among everyone. I scrolled through from top to bottom—the conversations mostly revolved around discussing how promiscuous Ms. Wu was, commenting on her figure, praising the class monitor for being awesome, and so on. No one had guessed the woman's true identity, and the three of us who knew the inside story certainly weren't going to spill it.
"What's so great about this? Just some creepshot video stolen from who knows where?" Liu Yang chimed in abruptly at the worst possible moment, clearly holding some grudge against the newly appointed class monitor. "At least she shared a video. What have you contributed? Jerking off then blaming the girl for being ugly? Finishing a meal then cursing the cook?" Before the monitor could respond, Wang Kai, the class sports committee member, fired back. He and Liu Yang were rivals in the same arena—both athletic types—so he often took subtle or not-so-subtle digs at Liu Yang. What a waste of a good physique with such a petty mindset. "Fine, I'll share too! Who doesn't have something? Let me tell you, mine is way more authentic! Who even knows how old the women in his three videos are—might even be some old lady!" Liu Yang retorted, now thoroughly provoked.
Liu Yang proceeded to post four videos in quick succession, though they were all short clips, each just one or two minutes long. The content was straightforward and unadorned—just a high school-aged girl changing clothes. To call it plain would be an understatement: she stood in front of the camera, stripped off her pajamas, and changed into various outfits. At first glance, it seemed utterly mundane. But upon closer inspection, the thin mosaic couldn't hide her pretty face, and her slender, straight legs stood pencil-like against the ground. With a head-to-body ratio of 1:8, even top models would feel inferior. Her 32C bust, perfectly proportioned on her lovely frame, didn't appear small at all—instead, it seemed impeccably balanced, with a subtle, perky elegance. While the female lead was stunning, the video content itself left much to be desired. She changed into four outfits: a Japanese-style JK uniform, a Yoimiya cosplay costume, a casual skirt set, and a fringed dress. The only notable detail was that she stripped completely nude each time before changing.
"These videos are way too tame," Wang Kai objected, now seemingly acting as the monitor's lackey. "I think youth is invincible," my deskmate chimed in, backing Liu Yang. "I can even reveal something: this girl is from our school, our grade," Liu Yang added triumphantly. With that, the group chat exploded. Unlike the mysterious identity of the girl in the monitor's videos, Liu Yang's footage clearly featured someone from their immediate circle. Everyone began speculating wildly, tossing out names both familiar and unfamiliar. "Guess all you want," Liu Yang quipped casually before going offline.
Who is this girl? Fu Qinghan! I quickly compared her figure and demeanor in my mind, piecing together clues I'd noticed before. I was 100% certain it was her. Sigh, I couldn't tell if she was naive or just lovesick, going as far as to film such videos for a guy. "Alright everyone, let's drop it. No more discussing, or the group might get banned. Besides, exams are coming up soon—let's focus on studying," I hurriedly intervened to diffuse the tension. As the only one in the group who knew both girls' identities, I couldn't let the speculation spiral out of control. This couldn't blow up into something bigger.
After dealing with the group chat matters, I put down my phone and stepped out of my room. Mom was still doing yoga in the living room. I watched her mimicking the instructor in the video, lying flat on the yoga mat with her legs, clad in pink yoga pants, spread out in a perfect 180-degree split. I had to admit, Mom's flexibility was impressive. Following the line of her legs to her toes, the arches of her feet, covered in dark gray tights, formed an elegant curve, with her toes stretched taut. From the doorway, it looked as if a pair of compasses had been opened flat to 180 degrees.
"Mom, it's time to eat," I said as I walked into the living room, extending a dinner invitation.
"I'll eat after finishing this move," Mom accepted my invitation but asked me to wait a moment. As she spoke, she drew her legs together, turned over, and knelt with her back to me, then raised her pink buttocks as she stretched her upper body. I couldn't deny that Mom had a great figure—her butt was round and firm. I watched her continue her yoga with a critical eye. "Huh?" I suddenly noticed a small damp spot in the middle of her yoga pants. Upon closer inspection, the area around her crotch was slightly wet, though it was barely noticeable unless you looked carefully. Mom was wearing underwear, a pair of velvet tights, and yoga pants on top. The fact that her arousal had seeped through three layers of fabric meant she must have been quite wet. Maybe it was because Dad hadn't been home for too long. After all, Mom was still a woman and must have been feeling lonely. The thought crossed my mind, and I quickly understood and empathized.
"Son, go heat up yesterday's leftovers. I'll take a shower, and then we can eat together," Mom instructed as she rolled up her yoga mat.
After heating the food, I sat at the table, scrolling through my phone while waiting for Mom. Once she finished her shower and changed into her pajamas, she seemed like her usual self again, her curves completely hidden under the loose clothing.
"The grade-wide exam is the day after tomorrow. Study hard and aim for the top three in your grade, you hear me? Let me tell you, I've introduced incentive clauses for Classes Three and Four, and they've been studying really diligently!" Mom nagged incessantly as she ate.
Incentive clauses? Could they possibly compare to Teacher Wu's incentives? I thought to myself but replied perfunctorily, "Okay, Mom, I'll study hard and do well on the exam!" Then I went back to shoveling food into my mouth.
The next day in class, Teacher Wu said something similar to what Mom had said, then gave our class a "you know what I mean" look. The classroom erupted in cheers, everyone eagerly anticipating what rewards Teacher Wu might offer. But my eyes were fixed on the area under Teacher Wu's uniform skirt. How did she remove the stockings she had stuffed into her vagina yesterday? Did her husband notice anything? Was she wearing underwear today? Every time I saw Teacher Wu, my mind flooded with questions. "Who knows? If I can score first in the grade on this exam, I'll go ask Teacher Wu for clarification!" I thought to myself.
After the final exams, there were two days for grading on Thursday and Friday, followed by the weekend. This meant we had a four-day break. My mom, however, had to spend two days at school grading papers. And that meant... I could enjoy a few days of absolute freedom! I quickly messaged my friends in our group chat to plan a basketball game or an online gaming session. After two days of carefree fun, by Friday evening, we started to feel a bit anxious. Based on past experience, the grading would likely be finished by then, and the scores and rankings would already be out. I sat properly on the chair by our front door, waiting for my mom to return from grading.
"Mom, how did I do this time?" I put on a sycophantic expression that even I found nauseating.
"You did quite well this time. Your total score should place you third in your grade," my mom replied calmly, without a hint of the joy one might expect from such news. Instead, she seemed lost in thought and added, "I need to go to school again tomorrow to double-check the results. You'll have to manage your own meals." With that, she turned and went straight into her room without another word. I didn't pay much attention to her unusual behavior, as I was in high spirits from doing well on the exams and having another day of freedom ahead.
"Hey guys, any plans for tomorrow? Want to hang out?" I eagerly asked in the group chat, trying to figure out what everyone was up to.