A beautiful woman paired with a luxurious car always made for an extraordinary sight. Everyone was already in awe of Ms. Han Yan's beauty, but now they discovered another woman standing by the black Audi who was no less stunning than Ms. Han Yan—perhaps even more so. Their eyes widened in disbelief.
"Oh my god, what major event is happening today? How did two goddesses suddenly descend to the mortal world?"
"This… this is too beautiful. My soul feels cleansed just by looking at them."
"One is gentle and elegant, the other is cold and captivating. They're not just beautiful—they each have their own unique charm. Today has truly been a feast for the eyes for someone like me!"
Their surprise was understandable. After all, my mother didn't often appear at the school, and although she was known as the cold and glamorous queen of the previous generation in the business world, she might not be famous among students unfamiliar with the corporate scene.
The sun was particularly strong today, and even at five in the afternoon, its heat lingered. My mother was dressed in a classic black-and-white office lady suit, wearing a pair of sunglasses. She actually had an excellent figure—standing at 172 centimeters tall with curves that surpassed many supermodels. However, people were often so captivated by her stunning face and cool, aloof demeanor that they tended to overlook her devilish physique.
Her slender, shapely legs were sheathed in semi-transparent black stockings, their curves accentuating a plump fullness. Though slim, they held an irresistible allure that drove men to madness, especially with the addition of a pair of vibrant red seven-centimeter high heels. It made one want to lift those soles and glimpse the jade-like feet beneath.
Right there in public, I found myself stiffening. To avoid embarrassment, I practically fled into the back seat of the car.
Logically, when a mother drives her son, the son should sit in the passenger seat. But Mom had always been so icy, I never dared get too close, so I always sat in the back. Even though our relationship had improved lately, we hadn't yet changed this habit.
Once seated, I suddenly felt a chill down my spine, as if a ghost were behind me. Looking up, I realized it was Mom outside the driver's door, her gaze sweeping coldly toward me. I froze in place, pierced by her stare like a sword. Even though I had shamelessly played with her stockings many times recently, and even returned them stained with my semen right to her face, in certain situations and at specific times, Mom remained aloof and untouchable, forbidding any transgression. It was as if she had a combat gene in her bones—when the situation called for cold detachment, she could switch instantly. She knew warmth was reserved for family, while aloofness was meant to intimidate the outside world. This was a lesson she had always imparted to me: those who are all smiles and laughter won't earn respect. You must appear formidable, even if it's an act.
"Inviting the teacher to dinner at home, yet you don't even help her into the car—you just hop in yourself. Where are your manners? What happened to all the etiquette I taught you?!"
Her slender eyebrows furrowed, Mom rebuked me sharply and coldly.
I didn't know how to explain. In moments like these, saying too much would only make her angrier, thinking I was making excuses. But staying silent under her icy glare made me squirm uncomfortably.
Finally, relief came with a voice as gentle as a mountain spring.
Teacher Han Yan approached Mom with a smile. "Mrs. Xia Ming, there's no need for that. Xia Ming might just be flustered since it's his first time having a teacher over. Besides, you're so stunning and captivating—look how many students and teachers are watching. Such a scene is probably a first for him too, so it's normal he'd be startled. We should cut him some slack."
During the first half of Teacher Han Yan's words, I thought there was hope. But the second half felt like adding legs to a snake.
As student council president, I presided over weekly assemblies with hundreds watching me speak—I'd been through it countless times. Mom knew I had strong nerves, which was exactly why she was angry. She was furious that I, usually so composed, had shown such instability in front of so many people. It wasn't just my face or hers on the line—it was the company's reputation. And the importance of a company's image goes without saying.
So now, with Teacher Han Yan explaining things for me like this, she was actually doing me a disservice. It might even make Mom suspect that I had secretly reported something to Teacher Han Yan—otherwise, why would she defend me so blatantly? In Mom's eyes, such underhanded behavior was even more contemptible. None of the employees at the company who liked to play petty tricks had ever escaped being fired by her. She was simply the kind of person who couldn't tolerate the slightest speck of dust in her eyes.
Call her stubborn or call her foolish, but it was precisely this stubbornness and foolishness that had lifted a small company to heights it never should have reached.
I could imagine Mom's furious expression after Teacher Han Yan finished speaking. But in the end, I was completely stunned. Mom just fell silent for a few seconds, then her expression returned to normal. She nodded and said, "Teacher Han Yan is right. I haven't been considerate enough of him."
She didn't say a single negative thing about me, which made me wonder if I was living in a dream or if this stunningly beautiful, powerful woman in front of me wasn't my mom but someone pretending to be her.
How could Mom, who cared so much about her public image, not scold me for the teacher defending me?
But then I felt a sense of relief. Who was Mom, after all?
The cold, elegant queen of the business world, feared by all the tycoons in Shanghai. How could she have reached this position and elevated the company to such heights without having some tolerance? Without a bit of emotional intelligence?
She probably knew that in a place with Teacher Han Yan and so many other people around, excessively reprimanding me would destroy the reputation and prestige I had built up at school over time. That wouldn't truly address my issues but would instead deal a blow to my social standing and mental well-being. If she really wanted to lecture me, it would be best to do it at home, just the two of us, mother and son, sitting in a room with no outsiders around.
My understanding of Mom's greatness grew clearer, and I admired her even more from the bottom of my heart.
After a few more casual exchanges, Mom, Teacher Han Yan, and I finally got into the car and headed home.
"Teacher Han Yan, have you been working hard lately? Has Xia Ming been causing any trouble for you?" Mom asked in the car.
Teacher Han Yan glanced at me, sending a shiver down my spine. Recently, this woman, who had always been gentle and graceful, seemed to have awakened some mischievous trait unique to women. She had started teasing me in all sorts of ways—calling on me to answer questions in class when I wasn't paying attention, asking me to massage her legs and feet in her office, and even making unusual schedule changes. I was afraid she might take this opportunity to report me to Mom, especially since she could tell from previous conversations about my grades that I was terrified of Mom.
But thankfully, she didn't do that. She just chatted normally with Mom, and every time Mom asked about me, she only had praise to offer.
But Mom was also a shrewd person. How could she not suspect that Teacher Han Yan was overly glorifying me? Yet she also knew that I had genuinely performed well at school, so she didn't argue. However, as the conversation continued, something strange happened. Since Mom's rearview mirror only showed our heads and at most our shoulders, and she never turned around to look at the back seat while driving, Teacher Han Yan seemed to realize this and boldly reached out to place her hand on my thigh!
For a moment, I almost leapt from my seat, but years of fear toward my mother held me back from such an impulsive move. If I dared to cause a scene in the car, she would definitely scold me harshly once we got home.
I glanced at the teacher, who was smiling at me with curved eyes, her beautiful gaze filled with mischief.
I wanted to move her hand off my leg, but then a threatening glint flashed in her eyes. I had no doubt that if I dared disobey her now, she would immediately complain about me to Mom, making my life miserable once we got home. She probably sensed that Mom held her in high regard—after all, she had helped Mom through the company crisis. In Mom's eyes, her importance might even outweigh mine, so whatever she said to Mom would be taken as absolute truth.
Her gaze effectively cowed me, and I didn't dare move again. Then she shifted my hand aside and began stroking my thigh with her own.
God knows how thrilling, terrifying, and exhilarating her actions were in such a setting. Under such intense stimulation, my little brother hardened instantly, tenting my pants—no, not just a small tent, but a massive one. My fully erect cock, at least eighteen centimeters long, strained straight against the fabric of my trousers.
The teacher's eyes curved even more mischievously, like crescent moons, as her hand moved to my crotch, stroking my erection through my jeans.
She glanced at Mom in the front seat, making sure she wasn't watching through the rearview mirror, then quickly leaned close to my ear and exhaled. A cool, orchid-like fragrance wafted into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as goosebumps erupted all over my body.
Her smile deepened. I didn't know if she had always been this seductive or if recent events had changed her, but the gentle and kind Han Yan I once knew was gone. In her place was this enchanting, bone-devouring temptress. After stroking my cock for a while, she extended her slender, pale index finger with its long nail and began teasing the tip with the sharp edge of her fingernail.
My entire body felt like it was on fire. An indescribably intense sensation shot up my spine, relentlessly stimulating my brain. I felt as though something was about to leak out.
I looked down and, sure enough, a small damp patch had formed at the top of my pants, gradually spreading. This was my pre-ejaculate fluid. When a man's cock is stimulated, the first secretion isn't semen but prostatic fluid, which is released near the urethra.
Of course, she knew this too, but she had no intention of being considerate. It was obvious she planned to torment me to death. Though I wasn't entirely sure why she had changed, it likely had something to do with that night at her house when I rejected her. She was getting her revenge, but this was no ordinary retaliation—it was a tantalizing, unbearable kind of revenge.
She teased the tip of my cock even more aggressively and occasionally blew into my ear when Mom wasn't looking. I couldn't take it and desperately wanted to pull away, but the moment I shifted, she would glare at me menacingly, her eyes full of threat.
She also moved my hand to her thigh, pressing it down and guiding me to stroke her smooth, delicate legs clad in black stockings, even leading my hand under her skirt. My fingers felt the intense heat radiating from the crotch of her stockings—she was aroused too.
Under such forbidden and extreme stimulation, I quickly reached my breaking point. But just as I was about to erupt, she suddenly withdrew her hand?!
In an instant, I felt as though I had plummeted from a cliff into a deep valley. She looked at me with a seductive smile, her eyes unable to conceal their cunning. Then, like an older brother, she patted my crotch as if to comfort my little brother.
I glanced down and saw a small wet patch on my pants. Though the stain was noticeable, it was still relatively easy to conceal. I couldn't believe she had done this to me in my mother's car, with my mother driving no less. I shuddered to think what would happen if my mother found out.
As she withdrew her hand, I felt a lingering sense of loss. After all, I had been on the verge of reaching that peak, only for her to mercilessly pull me back down. But now, I felt a twinge of gratitude. If she hadn't stopped at that critical moment, the intense release would have left my pants soaked with a large, unmistakable stain. Even if it weren't visible, the strong scent would have undoubtedly reached my mother's nose in such a confined space. The consequence of such a discovery would be my mother banishing me to the "cold palace."
As if to make up for it, Teacher Han Yan still allowed me to caress the soft, stocking-covered area beneath her skirt. But now, like a startled bird, I dared not indulge in such thrilling risks again. A single misstep could lead to irreversible consequences.
She smiled but didn't press further. I let out a deep sigh of relief, finally able to sit properly in the car.
But just then, my mother suddenly asked, "Xia Ming, what are you doing?"
Her tone was emotionless, sending a chill down my spine.
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