Chapter 2: An Unexpected Discovery
Just as I was wallowing in my pain, I heard the sound of the door opening. It was my mother coming home. I walked out of my room and saw her changing her shoes. Seeing me come out, she turned her head and said:
"Xiaowen, have you eaten lunch?"
Mother's voice was still so gentle. Hearing her words made me feel warm inside.
"No, I'm not hungry. Xinran didn't want to eat either, so I didn't make anything."
"How can you skip lunch?"
As she spoke, mother had already tied on an apron and walked into the kitchen to prepare food for me. Mother's care for me was still so meticulous. Looking at her perfect figure, even better than Teacher Qin's, plus mother came from a scholarly family—both her parents were university professors.
She received traditional education since childhood. Although she was a modern woman, mother could not only handle formal social situations but also excel in the kitchen. With her gentle personality and kindness, I really don't know what kind of good karma father accumulated in his previous life to marry such a woman.
Soon, a fragrant meal was ready.
"Xiaowen, come eat. Xinran hasn't eaten either, right? Call him over too."
"Oh, okay, I'll go right away."
I was about to go find Xinran, but when I opened the door, I saw Teacher Qin had already brought Xinran over. By now, Teacher Qin had changed into yoga clothes. Of course, after their rendezvous, how could she still be wearing those obscene open crotch jeans?
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but clench my fist.
"Sister Lin, I've brought my Xinran to mooch a meal," Teacher Qin said with a smile. This cold female teacher only showed this side of herself in front of my mother. After all, when she was going through difficult times, it was my mother who comforted her, and mother's gentle personality always warmed others' hearts.
"Little Qin, how did you know I was cooking? And we just had hotpot earlier."
"Xinran said she wasn't hungry at lunch so she didn't eat. I figured Xiaowen probably didn't eat either. As the perfect wife and mother that you are, Sister Lin, you would definitely make food for your son when you got home, and would make enough for Xinran too. Hehe, I had a stomachache at noon and didn't eat much, so I'm a bit hungry now and came to eat too."
"Mmm, I made plenty, enough for all three of you."
As she spoke, mother was already serving rice for us.
During the time Teacher Qin was talking with my mother, my eyes were constantly drawn to Teacher Qin's figure. The light pink yoga outfit clung tightly to her perfect body. Unlike my mother's oval face, Teacher Qin's almond-shaped face appeared more cold and alluring. The yoga top had a rather large neckline, with half of her shoulders exposed, as if carved from jade. Below, a large expanse of snow-white flesh was exposed to the air. Her slender waist gave way to a plump buttocks tightly wrapped in yoga pants. Perky, huge yet soft. Her straight jade-like legs pressed tightly together without any gap between them. The triangular area showed a slightly protruding, small and cute mound with a short crease slit where the fabric pressed against it.
Although I had known Teacher Qin for many years, every time I saw her figure, I couldn't help but feel excited inside.
"Hey, Lin Wen, what are you looking at? Come eat," Teacher Qin said coldly, seemingly noticing my gaze.
"Oh, oh, okay," I hurriedly responded, walking to the table and sitting down. As soon as I sat down, Xinran looked at me, expressionless yet with a hint of inexplicable sadness, and said softly:
"Your eyes were glued to her."
I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear. I could only laugh awkwardly to ease the tension, then quickly lowered my head to focus on eating.
While we were eating, mother went to her room and changed into yoga clothes as well. It seemed she was planning to practice yoga with Teacher Qin at home in the afternoon.
When mother came out of her room, I was even more impressed. Although both women were about 168cm tall, mother's oval face gave people a more comfortable and dignified feeling. If Teacher Qin's face represented cold beauty, then mother's face brought a kind of gentle beauty.
Mother's figure might be even more attractive than Teacher Qin's in others' eyes. Not just because mother's figure was slightly better than Teacher Qin's, but because of her natural mature temperament and her gentle, graceful personality. Her every smile and gesture showed elegance and dignity, easily arousing a desire to conquer and to protect, making her all the more endearing. Although she was forty-two years old, due to good care, her snow-white delicate skin made her look like she was only in her thirties.
After finishing the meal, mother cleared the dishes, washed them, and said she would practice yoga with Teacher Qin.
I used the excuse of studying with Xinran to go to Teacher Qin's house.
Following Xinran to her home and closing the door, Xinran asked:
"Did you discover anything today following mom and Auntie Lin?"
"Ah—you knew?"
I scratched my head awkwardly.
"Mmm, I thought so. Plus, right after they left, I saw from the window that you also went out through the community gate. So, did you discover anything?" Xinran asked bitterly.
"No... nothing... I didn't discover anything. They just went shopping, bought some clothes, had hotpot, and came back," I stammered, explaining. I naturally wouldn't tell Xinran my suspicions. After all, they were just suspicions, and Xinran's mood had already been very bad lately. I didn't want to make her overthink things.
"Oh, okay," Xinran replied, then silently walked back to her room. I followed her in. A girl's room was indeed different; all pink decorations throughout, with a faint fragrance, the kind unique to young girls.
Xinran walked to her desk, sat down, and rested her chin on her hands, lost in thought.
I could tell that because of Teacher Qin's unusual behavior lately, Xinran's mood was quite low. I couldn't help but comfort her:
"Xinran, don't worry. I'm here for you. Besides, Teacher Qin is a grown woman. She won't let her child worry about her and will handle things with discretion."
I could only offer this weak assurance.
"I'm fine. I just don't understand. What could be so important that mom can't tell me?" Xinran said.
"Maybe it's not the right time to tell you yet. After all, you and Teacher Qin have relied on each other for so long. If Teacher Qin suddenly wanted to bring a man home, you probably couldn't accept it right away. She might be considering this, which is why she hasn't told you yet. Most importantly, maybe this matter isn't completely settled yet," I could only offer this forced comfort.
"Mmm, I hope it's as you say," Xinran agreed.
"I need to study now. Do you want to join me?" she said, taking out her books.
"Me? I'll pass. I'll go watch some football instead."
The World Cup was happening during this time. Even if I couldn't watch the live broadcast, watching replays would be nice.
"Okay, close the door and keep the volume down."
"Alright, I'll go now. Focus on studying well. We still need to get into university."
After saying this, I went to the living room and turned on the TV. But curled up on the sofa, I had no interest in watching football.
At this moment, I remembered that Teacher Qin was wearing jeans when she went out in the morning. I quickly went to the laundry room. Sure enough, in the laundry basket next to the washing machine, I saw those blue jeans. I was lucky; the clothes hadn't been washed yet. I picked up the jeans and looked at them. They were indeed the same as the two pairs Xinran had shown me in the morning.
The jeans had already been stretched by Teacher Qin's large buttocks and couldn't return to their original shape. It seemed the quality wasn't very good. Logically speaking, Teacher Qin wouldn't buy such jeans. I turned the jeans inside out, found the zipper at the waistband, and pulled it all the way down to the back of the waistband. This zipper directly divided the jeans in two, with only the thin waistband still connecting the jeans together. How obscene! Teacher Qin actually wore jeans like this to go out for someone. Damn it, who is it? What did he do to Teacher Qin to make the cold Teacher Qin do such things for him?
I clenched my fist tightly. Right now, rather than believing Teacher Qin had been conquered by that person, I'd rather believe she was being coerced. At least that way, I would still have a chance to save Teacher Qin. Actually, how could I not fantasize about being that person? The one who made Teacher Qin wear open crotch jeans outside and kissed and touched her in the bathroom?
I turned the jeans inside out again. Although I had already seen them, the spots on Teacher Qin's jeans from the mall had almost disappeared. But I wasn't ready to give up. Sure enough, after turning the jeans inside out, I saw the same water stain spots I had seen at the mall.
In an instant, my heart sank. These weren't water stain spots. They were traces of semen that had congealed into lumps, sticking tightly to the inside of the jeans. Even after several hours, they still had a fishy smell. Who was it? Who would shoot his dirty semen on Teacher Qin's jeans in the women's bathroom at the mall?
No, that's not right. It wasn't shot on the jeans, but on Teacher Qin's buttocks, and then she put on the jeans. That's why the semen marks were on the inside of the jeans. Who... who could make Teacher Qin do such a lewd thing? And even make her have lunch with my mother with a butt full of semen? Wasn't Teacher Qin afraid my mother would find out?
I clenched my fist, my face contorted in a grimace, constantly saying "damn it" under my breath, my mind frantically searching for who it could be... Damn it... damn it, who is it... After saying this, I realized I might have been too loud. I instinctively looked toward Xinran's room, watched for a while with no movement, and then relaxed.
As I was thinking about these things, my lower body unconsciously hardened. Come to think of it, it made sense. Imagining the cold Teacher Qin wearing open crotch jeans, having semen shot on her snow-white large butt by an unknown man in a mall bathroom. Just thinking about it, probably no man could resist.
I put down the jeans, walked out of the laundry room, and lay on the sofa. My mind was filled with images of Teacher Qin's snow-white large buttocks covered in semen. I could now be certain that Teacher Qin must have been coerced. Because from what I knew of Teacher Qin, she couldn't possibly be so lewd. Absolutely not.
I sprang up from the sofa. Teacher Qin and mother were practicing yoga, and Xinran was studying, giving me plenty of free time. I decided to go to Teacher Qin's room to see if I could find any clues.
I looked back at Xinran's room door; it was closed with no movement. I walked to Teacher Qin's room door, gripped the doorknob. At this moment, my heart was still very heavy because I didn't know what I would discover after entering. The events of the past two days had been quite a shock to me.
"Click."
The door opened. It wasn't locked. I gently pushed it open. At this moment, I didn't know that I was not just opening the door to Teacher Qin's room, but a door to endless desire.
Inside the room, the first thing I saw was the trash can with jeans in it. Yes, the two pairs of jeans Xinran had shown me in the morning that Teacher Qin had kept at the bottom of her wardrobe. It seemed Teacher Qin thought the pair she wore today fit just right, so these two were no longer needed. But the pair Teacher Qin wore today, although not obvious, I could still see that they were a bit tight and small, hugging Teacher Qin's large buttocks and jade legs tightly.
Why was this? She clearly had a larger size that should have fit perfectly. Why didn't she wear those but instead wore a smaller size? Then I remembered what Xinran told me, that after receiving the jeans, Teacher Qin tried them on one by one in front of the mirror and took photos from multiple angles. Did she take photos for that person, and then that person specified which pair she should wear? Or did Teacher Qin deliberately wear a smaller size to better highlight her figure?
I think it must be the former. After all, these jeans were only worn for that person to see. Because I really found it hard to imagine Teacher Qin pleasing someone by deliberately wearing smaller clothes to highlight her figure. This was impossible and something I didn't believe. Of course, the truth is that I was more unwilling to accept the latter.
I walked to the wardrobe again, opened it and looked. There was nothing unusual. Then I opened the drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe and saw quite a few pairs stockings in various colors: over-the-knee, garter belt, and bodysuit stockings. There was nothing unusual, and I didn't see any open crotch stockings. I should have been relieved, but I hadn't even realized that deep in my heart, there was a hint of disappointment.
I walked to Teacher Qin's desk and looked around. There were some review materials and textbooks we needed, some uncorrected papers, and a laptop. Hmm? Teacher Qin's phone was also there. Oh right, when she went over earlier, Teacher Qin was wearing yoga clothes with no pockets, and she didn't have her phone in her hand. I hesitated for a moment but still picked up Teacher Qin's phone. I tried several passwords but none worked. I also tried Xinran and Teacher Qin's birthdays, but they didn't work either. I gave up.
I then looked at the bookshelf beside the desk. Apart from books about teaching, there were only some books about sports and yoga. I didn't discover anything unusual. At this point, I should have been happy, but deep in my heart, for some reason, there was an inexplicable feeling of disappointment.
I sat down in the chair at the desk, leaned back, and thought about recent events. But I couldn't calm my mind at all. I tried several times to focus, but it was completely impossible. Frustrated, I kicked the corner of the desk. The desk didn't move, but the bottom drawer of the desk was kicked open.