On the way, Yang Haoran sent a message to his mother, saying he planned to hang out with a friend and would be back later. Unexpectedly, his mother agreed without even asking for a reason.
Yang Haoran felt a wave of surprise. Was today his lucky day? Was everything going to go smoothly for him?
Pondering this, he arrived at the comprehensive building and reached the door of his homeroom teacher, Gu Qingying’s, office on the third floor. He knocked. The sound of footsteps came from inside, growing closer before slowing down.
“Come in!”
The office door opened. Gu Qingying was wearing the same outfit from the photo: a black blazer, a white inner blouse, a form-fitting pencil skirt, black stockings, and high heels. She looked dignified and elegant, her incredibly busty and curvaceous figure exuding a potent, sexually charged allure. Her identity as a teacher added an intellectual and utterly captivating charm to her aura.
Hearing her, Yang Haoran didn’t move. He stared at Gu Qingying, who was maintaining a composed demeanor, and said, “Teacher, what should you call me?”
You little pervert, so impatient.
Gu Qingying cursed him inwardly, but on the surface, she forced a smile and spoke in a coquettish voice, “Husband, please come in.”
She emphasized the word “you” with particular weight, but Yang Haoran didn’t notice. Instead, it made him feel immensely pleased. That’s more like it, he thought. Since the teacher had agreed to be his mistress, she was now his plaything.
“Let’s go, Homeroom Teacher.”
Yang Haoran stepped inside, reached out, and wrapped his arm around Gu Qingying’s slender waist. Her body stiffened, and she felt intensely uncomfortable, but she still yielded to his force and leaned against him, their posture intimate. After a few steps, she finally began to relax slightly.
She was a lesbian and actually detested physical contact with men. She could only barely adapt by relying on psychologicalε¬η (hypnosis/mental conditioning). For instance, she now imagined Yang Haoran as a much younger child, which significantly reduced her feelings of resistance.
The teacher and student sat down on the sofa to the left of the office, sitting very close to each other.
Yang Haoran gazed at Gu Qingying’s gorgeous face: her long, crescent-moon-like eyebrows, her tall, jade-like nose, her small, red mouth coated with glossy lipstick. Her vermilion lips were full, tender, and dazzling, glistening with a rich, moist sheen. Her smooth, pretty face was beautiful and dignified, intelligent and elegant.
Below the lower right corner of her pair of mesmerizing peach-blossom eyes, a small beauty mark was dotted like a finishing touch, adding an extra degree of allure and enchantment.
This was a mature, tempting, busty mature woman. With her fiery figure, beautiful face, and dignifiedζ°θ΄¨ (aura/temperament), even though she was now in her thirties, she still had numerous suitors.
After coming in, Gu Qingying had fallen silent. That one word, “husband,” had shattered her authority as a teacher.
Gu Qingying felt extremely ill at ease. This little pervert’s gaze was burning hot, lecherously scanning her body. His vulgar eyes wandered between her towering, ample breasts and her sexy legs, his inner lust clearly on display.
“Teacher, since you’ve agreed to be my mistress, that means you’re my woman, right?”
Yang Haoran swallowed hard. The arm wrapped around Gu Qingying’s slender waist tensed up, holding her tighter. It wasn’t out of nervousness, but rather a silent expression of his dominance.
Seeing things had reached this point, Gu Qingying knew she had no other choice. Yielding to his force, she obediently rested her head on the shoulder of his relatively slender frame (compared to her own voluptuous body) and said in a sickly sweet, coquettish voice, “Mmm, husband, Teacher is your woman now.”
As these words left her mouth, Gu Qingying sighed faintly in her heart. She knew that once these words were spoken, there was no turning back. Helplessly, the system’s task was for her to become his mistress, meaning his woman.
It was even a series of tasks, primarily aimed at having her student, the controller Yang Haoran, “train” her, his teacher, within the school campus.
As a people’s teacher, Gu Qingying considered herself qualified. Having a student-teacher romance, or worse, letting a student “train” her, was a desecration of the sanctity of the teaching profession and the thing she resisted the most.
As expected, based on the rules for triggering tasks that Liu Ruoxi and Shen Qing had shared and summarized, this series of tasks perfectly fit the Fallen Angel game’s modus operandi.
Even after getting Gu Qingying’s verbal admission, Yang Haoran still wasn’t reassured. He took out his phone to record a video. Gu Qingying, facing the recording, stated that she voluntarily became the mistress of her student, Yang Haoran, leaving behind evidence. Only then were Yang Haoran’s doubts dispelled.
Although Yang Haoran was driven by his lust, he wasn’t stupid. With a video as proof, he could finally do whatever he wanted.
“Ahem… Teacher, as my woman, you need to understand the rules.”
Yang Haoran deliberately coughed and said, “Get down from the sofa now and kneel before your husband.”
Seeing Yang Haoran acting like he held a feather as a commander’s arrow (making a big deal out of a minor authority), Gu Qingying felt scornful inwardly. She sat upright on the sofa, not moving a muscle.
The system only required her to become Yang Haoran’s mistress and to let Yang Haoran have her once to complete the task. It didn’t say anything about kneeling, etc. These things were unrelated to the task, so why should she comply?
Her goal had always been clear: complete tasks, earn points, and buy the miraculous items from the system mall.
Seeing Gu Qingying turn her cheek away, treating his words as wind past her ears, Yang Haoran’s face darkened. He repeated, “Teacher Gu, get down from the sofa and kneel before your husband.”
Noting the unpleasant tone in Yang Haoran’s voice, Gu Qingying hesitated. She didn’t want to ruin her relationship with Yang Haoran; it was best to maintain a state where each got what they needed. She had no choice but to speak: “Yang… Mmm, I mean, husband.”
Gu Qingying hurriedly corrected herself: “Teacher being your woman doesn’t require kneeling, right? Teacher has taught you before: kneeling to heaven, earth, and parents is part of human filial piety. Kneeling to anyone else is unnecessary.”
Seeing Gu Qingying trying to persuade him with a teacher’s tone, Yang Haoran felt increasingly displeased. How could he not see that the teacher was making excuses?
Now that he had evidence, Yang Haoran felt emboldened. Without another word, he raised his hand high and slapped it across Gu Qingying’s beautiful face.
Smack!
The sharp slap landed. Gu Qingying felt a burning pain on her cheek, and anger instantly surged in her heart. “Youβ!”
“You what? Don’t forget, Teacher, you volunteered to be my mistress.”
Before Gu Qingying could finish, Yang Haoran coldly interrupted her: “Since you’re my woman, you abide by my rules. Don’t think I don’t know. You just want to use me to access my grandmother’s influence. Since you’re a social-climbing bitch, Teacher, stop pretending to be pure and noble!”
Seeing Yang Haoran’s stern expression and hearing his humiliating words, a feeling of humiliation welled up in Gu Qingying’s heart. She opened her mouth, wanting to reveal the existence of the Fallen Angel game, but then she remembered the warnings from Liu Ruoxi and Shen Qing and forcefully held back the words, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Feeling the lingering pain on her cheek, Gu Qingying could no longer maintain her teacher’s dignity. She forced a smile to please Yang Haoran, saying, “Husband, Teacher was just joking. Since Teacher is your woman, you are naturally Teacher’s heaven. Kneeling to my husband also aligns with the principles Teacher once taught you.”
Teacher Gu’s subservient manner immediately made Yang Haoran feel immensely pleased. As expected of a teacher, he thought, so adept at justifying things.
Homeroom Teacher Gu Qingying wasn’t his mother, nor was she Auntie Shen who watched him grow up, nor was she the beautiful mother of his best friendβpeople where he still had to consider feelings and face.
She was a bitch, and he had evidence. Yang Haoran had no reservations whatsoever.
Under Yang Haoran’s coercion, Gu Qingying endured the shame in her heart, got down from the sofa, and slowly knelt on her black-stocking-clad knees before Yang Haoran, who remained seated on the sofa.
“Take your tits out. Let your husband inspect them.”
Yang Haoran issued his next command.
This time, Gu Qingying didn’t dare to delay. Suppressing the embarrassment in her heart, she began undressing herself. The black blazer was taken off, followed by the white blouse, its buttons being undone one by one…