"What is it?" I steadied my emotions, wiped away my tears, and walked out of the bedroom.
"Little Yan said the leadership was very satisfied with the inspection results, and next week's school anniversary celebration will be held in grand style! She plans to put on a performance with me." My mother looked at me. "Well, you two can figure it out. Just be careful around Principal Yan. After all, she's a school leader, a level above you. If anything happens later and she uses her position to pressure you, you won't have anywhere to turn!" I couldn't say it outright, so I could only hint at it subtly.
"Don't worry, don't worry. Your mom isn't a fool. I'm pretty good at reading people, so don't worry about me." Seeing that my emotions had stabilized, my mother relaxed as well.
The next day during class, Teacher Wu also announced during the class meeting that the school anniversary celebration would be held over the weekend. Students who performed well in the recent exams could sit closer to the front, with the top 20 sitting in the first row. The rest would be seated according to their class ranking. I ranked second in the grade, so naturally, I would sit in the first row. Liu Yang, who ranked first, would probably sit next to me. Thinking about it, that was acceptable.
Ding. "Xu Wei, Xu Wei, come to the back of Building A at 6:30 after school today. There's something fun!" It was a message from Brother Jie. Judging by the tone, it seemed like it was from Little Brother Jie. Trying to make it up to me? That's what I thought.
"Sure." I accepted without hesitation. Since I had already decided to investigate Brother Jie's identity, I couldn't let any opportunity slip by. I wanted to see what tricks they were playing.
"Class, what kind of performance should I put on for the school anniversary celebration?" Teacher Wu asked us during class. For the weekend's school anniversary, the senior year teachers were supposed to put on two performances. One was likely my mom and Principal Yan's act, and the other would probably fall to Teacher Wu.
"Teacher, why not sing a song?" "Dance! Teacher, you have such a great figure and you're so pretty. A dance would win over the entire audience!" The students in the classroom started cheering. "I was thinking of doing an otaku dance on stage. Do you think that would be too childish?" Teacher Wu asked us. "No, no, not at all!" the students replied in unison. "Then I'll dance to 'Gokuraku Jōdo.' I learned it a few years after graduating from college. I'll look up some videos to refresh my memory. It's decided!" Teacher Wu looked at us excitedly. "We can't wait!" My deskmate patted me from behind, and I nodded in agreement.
Finally, school was over. I found out that my mom was rehearsing with Teacher Yan and would be home late. Perfect timing—I could wait until 6:30 to see what tricks Brother Jie was up to. The temperature wasn't too high today, and it was a bit chilly. I found a noodle shop near the school, ordered a steaming bowl of beef noodles, and quietly waited for evening to arrive.
"It's time." I glanced at my watch. I found a spot along the school's outer wall where I could climb over, took two steps in one, and scaled the wall. Then, I slowly made my way toward the back of the teaching building. Since the campus was nearly empty at night and all the lights in the teaching building were off, I had to rely on my limited vision to feel my way forward in the dark.
When I reached the back of the teaching building, the already dim moonlight was mostly blocked by the three-story building. I had no choice but to feel my way along the wall as I moved forward. Suddenly, I heard a faint sound—"Mmm... uh..."—and I followed the noise.
At the far end of the sound, behind the teaching building, a woman was tethered to a corner of the wall, completely naked. A chain about two meters long was locked at one end to the guardrail outside a first-floor classroom window, and at the other end to a collar around the woman's neck. The collar was an SM-style piece, made of leather on the outside with a suede-like lining on the inside—the material looked high-end. A velvet SM hood covered her head, with openings only for the mouth and nose. The lower edge of the hood was securely fastened to the collar, which was locked with a cross-shaped padlock, making it impossible to remove the hood. The woman's mouth was forced open by a plastic gag, forming a large O shape, rendering her unable to make a sound. Drool occasionally dripped from the corners of her mouth, giving off a lewd impression. A nose hook hung from her nostrils, attached to a sturdy nylon rope that ran along her nose, over her head, down her spine, and connected to a stainless steel anal hook firmly lodged in her anus. The rope was taut, as if the nose hook and anal hook were engaged in a tug-of-war. The rope was short, perhaps just over a meter long, forcing the woman to kneel in an awkwardly balanced position—her upper body held straight, her head tilted upward.
"Hmm?" I noticed something silky protruding from the woman's vaginal opening. Upon closer inspection, it was the cuff of a matte flesh-colored silk stocking, soaked in arousal fluids—the very one my mother had lost! And this familiar location… it was the woman from that dimly lit video! Under the moonlight, I looked at the expanse of pale flesh on her upper body.
"Damn it, it's you, you slut!" It was Principal Yan! I stepped forward and slapped her face with a full swing, the sharp "smack" causing her upper body to sway unsteadily. "Disgusting whore, you're the one who humiliated me in public!" The shame from my previous cross-dressing exposure experience surged through me all at once. The woman steadied herself slightly and leaned her face forward again. "Slut, slut, slut." I gripped her chin, cursing her repeatedly, but she showed no reaction. Puzzled, I reached toward her ears and found them stuffed with soft material, completely blocking out sound. Seeing that my insults had no effect, I directly unlocked the chain from the guardrail, gripping its end in my hand. I gave it a harsh tug.
"Hmm..." Although the woman's mouth was firmly gagged, she still let out a long, muffled groan as I gave a forceful tug. I yanked her down to the ground, and with another sharp pull, she quickly scrambled up, dropping onto all fours like a bitch. Holding her leash, I led her slowly along the back of the school building as if walking a dog. I glanced back at her—her knees, unprotected, were already scraped raw from crawling, and her hands were coated in dust from the ground.
To be precise, comparing her posture to that of a dog being walked isn't entirely accurate. It was more like—"leading a horse." Because of the rope connecting the nose hook to the anal hook, she couldn't lower her head while crawling. Instead, she had to hold it high, like a victorious racehorse proudly surveying the track. But from my perspective, her massive 36D breasts hung heavily downward, and her nostrils, lifted by the nose hook, were turned upward, facing me. As she crawled, she occasionally let out soft grunts. So, I thought "walking a pig" might be a more fitting description for this scene. "A fucking sow!"
"You're nothing but a fucking sow. You deserve to have every student in this school fuck your slutty cunt raw, filling it with cum. You should be tied to a lamppost and gang-raped by street thugs, then sent off to a brothel to work as a whore..." Even though she couldn't hear me, I kept hurling insults at this sow, venting all my rage toward Brother Jie onto her. Click. I led her to the end of the school building and fastened the leash handle to the railing.
Seeing her unsatisfied expression, I sneered, "Slut!" I gave the rope connecting her upper and lower body a sharp tug from behind. She seemed to flinch in pain, instinctively trying to curl forward, but the rope pulled her back into position every time she strained. Like a slingshot, she arched, curled, arched again, and curled again, trapped in a futile struggle. After a few repetitions, she seemed to adjust to the tension, as if seeking pleasure from the anal hook, and began to push back slightly on her own. "Fucking pathetic," I spat.
I yanked her collar, pulled out my already rock-hard cock, and shoved it deep into her mouth. Her jaw was forced open by the gag, offering no resistance as my 18cm length plunged straight into her throat. She gagged, but I thrust again, pushing it back down. I fucked her throat relentlessly, each thrust driving to the hilt. In my mind, this woman was nothing but a sow, a flesh toilet for anyone to use. After a while, she adapted to the rhythm, her throat tightening around me with every forceful thrust.
"Hmm... ah..." I shot a thick stream of semen straight into the woman's throat. "Ugh~" came the guttural sound from her as the force of my ejaculation pushed too deep, causing some of the semen to surge back into her mouth, where she held it with her tongue. Like a toilet bowl, she tilted her head back, catching every drop of my release.
"A flesh toilet should serve its purpose," I said, pulling out my now-softened cock. Aiming at her gaping mouth, a stream of faintly yellow urine arced through the air, not a single drop missing its target as it splashed into her mouth. "Ugh~" she gagged, but I swiftly yanked the stocking from her pussy and stuffed it into her mouth.
"The hole above is still a hole," I muttered, packing the stocking into her mouth to ensure not a single drop of urine or semen could escape.
"Phew." Once everything was done, I felt immensely relieved, the fury in my heart mostly dissipated. "Goodbye, sow," I bid farewell to the woman I had thoroughly broken, her mouth stuffed with a stocking, a mixture of urine, saliva, and semen trickling from the corners of her lips. I then felt my way back in the dark to where I had entered and climbed out.
I looked around for a nearby shared bike and was about to scan the code when I saw Principal Yan, that slut, walking out of the school's main gate. "Damn, Mom said she had a rehearsal with her. She's been tied up with me for so long—the rehearsal must have ended ages ago. Mom should have been home by now. She's probably getting impatient." I quickly unlocked a shared bike and pedaled home at full speed.
Arriving at my doorstep, I fumbled with the keys, turning them twice to the right with a click. "No one's home? Mom's not back yet." I stepped inside to pitch darkness. Hurriedly, I turned on the lights, changed into my pajamas, and prepared to do my homework. Images of that broken woman's face occasionally drifted through my mind.
Click—the sound of a key turning in the lock. Mom was back. I rushed to greet her. "Mom, you're home!" I called out.
Mom was wearing the mask she'd bought the day she went to a hotel with Dad. "Mmm... mmm..." She pointed to her slightly swollen cheek, then to the anti-inflammatory toothpaste she'd just bought from the supermarket.
"Mom, toothache again?" I understood immediately. She nodded vigorously, the motion so forceful I thought I heard the sloshing of some liquid in her mouth as she moved. The last time Mom had a toothache, I'd looked up the symptoms online: swollen cheeks, excessive saliva, bleeding gums.
"Mom must have a lot of saliva stored up in her mouth," I thought to myself.
Without even taking off her coat, Mom dashed straight into the bathroom and locked the door. From inside came the sound of retching—"Ugh"—followed by the relentless scrubbing of a toothbrush, back and forth, over and over. She brushed for a full twenty minutes before emerging, the swelling in her cheek noticeably reduced. It seemed the anti-inflammatory toothpaste had worked.
"After rehearsal tonight, we went out to eat. There was a stir-fried meat dish that seemed a bit off. I had two pieces, and my mouth felt sour afterward," my mom explained why she had been brushing her teeth for so long.
"Mhm," I nodded in understanding. After all, just a few days ago, I had eaten spoiled fish myself, and the taste was truly unpleasant.
"Son! When I got off work, I found the missing pair of stockings I lost sitting right back in my drawer, untouched," my mom said, as if recounting something supernatural.
"Huh? That thing actually came back? You should throw it away right now. Who knows what some pervert did with your stockings? That's disgusting. Throw it away, throw it away!" I wore an expression of utter shock. Principal Yan actually had the time to wash the stockings and return them? She really works fast. But the thought of those stockings being stuffed into that sow Principal Yan's pussy, soaked in her lewd fluids along with my semen and urine, made me urge my mom to throw them away immediately.
"You're right. I'll throw them away in a bit," my mom agreed, acknowledging that I had a point and had thought it through carefully.
"By the way, Mom, how's the rehearsal with Principal Yan going? I think you should keep your distance from her," I persisted in warning her.
"Don't you dare speak ill of Auntie Yan!!!! How old are you? Are you going to listen to me or not?!" My mom's gaze suddenly turned stern as she shouted at me.
"Got it," I mumbled, deflated after being yelled at. I sat down next to my mom. "Auntie Yan and I are preparing a duet dance for the school anniversary," she said, sitting beside me, rolling up her pant leg and gently dabbing iodine on the scrapes on her knees. "We fell quite a few times during rehearsal today, and our knees got all scraped up." Looking at my mom's wind-reddened nose and ears, then at her injured knees, I couldn't help but sigh at how tough she had it.
Beep beep. I opened my phone to another message from Brother Jie. Hmph, thinking a little sweetness would make me forgive you? I'll definitely uncover your true identity and make you suffer for eternity! I decided not to tip my hand just yet, first seeing what Brother Jie was up to before making my move. I went back to my bedroom and opened the chat window.
Brother Jie sent a screenshot of a chat log. The names of both parties in the conversation were blurred out with mosaics, leaving only the content of the chat.
"You can't satisfy me with your dick, so you resort to these lowly tricks. But, well, I'm quite satisfied with today's game. You pleased me several times today—keep it up! Even though what's down there is pretty useless, your brain sure is sharp." "????" The other party only replied with a smiley face. Principal Yan really is a pretentiously aloof masochistic bitch, I thought, looking at the chat log.
"Principal Yan said she had a great time today. How was it for you?" Brother Jie sent a message. "It was alright, but not as satisfying as it could have been," I replied ambiguously. From the tone and phrasing, one side of the chat log was definitely Principal Yan, and the other was likely Brother Jie.
"If there's a chance next time, I'll let you experience a new game." Game! This way of speaking was definitely Big Account Brother Jie. I had already picked up on their speaking habits—Big Account Brother Jie really loved using the word "game." "Alright," I replied curtly and didn't say anything more.
"Son, come take a look at this outfit. What do you think?" My mom seemed to be posing with something in the living room. I opened my bedroom door to check, and before me stood an absolutely stunning beauty.
In the living room, my mom was wearing a long cheongsam, primarily white with gold trim. Embroidered across the fabric was a delicate, light blue phoenix surrounded by clusters of flowers, winding elegantly across her chest, giving off an air of nobility. The hem of the cheongsam reached almost to her ankles, completely covering her thighs and calves. She wore light makeup—soft pink blush and eyeshadow that made her look youthful and pure. Her lips were painted with a deep pink, glossy peach shade, making them appear smooth and full. When she saw me come out, she turned and smiled at me. In that moment, the radiance she exuded could rival the sun and moon.
Due to the cheongsam's length, her legs were mostly hidden from view, but looking further down, I could see her beautiful feet clad only in stockings, directly on the floor. The stockings were the skin-toned shade she always considered most appropriate. However, upon closer inspection, I noticed these stockings were quite special—they had a non-sheer design and a slightly glossy, reflective sheen. I opened Baidu Image Search and took a photo of her stocking-clad feet. Turns out, this type of stocking is called "shaping stockings!" Quite unique, I must say.
"What made you think of wearing this kind of stocking?" I asked, pointing at her feet. "When I was rehearsing with your Aunt Yan, I tried other stockings. Some didn't absorb sweat well—they'd get soaked after a while of dancing. Others were too stuffy and made my feet feel damp inside. Thin stockings tear too easily. Your Aunt Yan wears this kind when she does yoga. She said they're really comfortable and let me try them. What do you think—do they look good?" Aunt Yan again, always Aunt Yan! Has that pig brainwashed you, Mom? I thought bitterly. "They're fine, quite nice. As long as you like them, Mom," I replied, not wanting to say too much and risk getting scolded.
"My friend Yan and I have been practicing a classical dance. Take a look, son, how did we do?" My mom handed over the video of their rehearsal. In the clip, Mom and Principal Yan were dressed in everyday clothes and the most ordinary sneakers, sweating profusely from practice. Each held a large tasseled folding fan, flipping and opening them with ease. In a few steps, their hands lifted something invisible in front of them, swaying gracefully. I imagined they were lifting the hem of a cheongsam and glanced at Mom's dress. The next move involved them holding hands, walking in a circle, and opening their fans to draw a Tai Chi pattern. "Wow!" I exclaimed, completely surprised by the stunning finale. In the video, they released each other's hands, stood on one foot—left and right respectively—and kicked the other leg out at a 90-degree angle. Synchronized like compasses drawing circles, they traced two perfect arcs, forming the yin-yang eyes of the Tai Chi symbol before landing gracefully, reminiscent of the final bow of the two most beautiful swans in Swan Lake. Looking closely, I noticed that when Mom pointed her toes, a hint of flesh-colored silk peeked out between her sneakers and pant leg—a pair of short, flesh-toned sheer socks! The sock tops hugged her ankles snugly. "Sigh, is this still the same mom who swore she'd never wear stockings? Now she won't go without them, even opting for sheer ankle socks," I mused, marveling at how things change.
"Mom, you're amazing!" I praised sincerely, both for her flexibility and the professionalism of her dance moves. I couldn't help but doubt myself—had I been too busy with studies to notice when Mom picked up such a skill?
"Of course!" Mom replied proudly, lifting her leg and spinning in place. Her circle was perfectly round, and my eyes widened in awe.
As she raised her left leg, the entire hem of her cheongsam parted obediently, like Moses parting the Red Sea, allowing her leg to lift straight to a 90-degree angle. But that wasn't the main point. The key was that Mom's cheongsam had an ultra-high slit, tailored just above the hips. At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary long Chinese dress, but when Mom moved or danced, her stunning legs were fully revealed. Unlike traditional skirts, which always drape over the legs no matter the movement, this cheongsam—especially with its high slit—showcased every part of Mom's beautiful legs. She performed a move where her toes touched the ground, forming a straight line from her hips down to her thighs, calves, ankles, and graceful feet, all balanced on the tip of her toe. The faintly shimmering flesh-toned shaping stockings added an extra layer of allure and charm to those gorgeous legs.
"But, Mom..."
My mom noticed my concern and explained, "This cheongsam can only be tailored this way, with the slit slightly higher. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to kick or spin freely during the dance." "But, Mom..." I persisted.
Without hesitation, my mom lifted the front hem of her cheongsam, did a few deep squats in front of me, then sat on the floor with her legs spread in an M-shape, opening and closing them. "Look, son, these stockings are really comfortable, and they can even be worn as leggings," she said, completely lifting her skirt and pointing to her thighs while sitting with her legs spread wide. "See? Just like leggings or thermal pants—completely opaque, so no need to worry about exposure!" She seemed quite proud.
But, Mom, isn't this pose a bit too inappropriate to show me like this?
I thought about saying it but held back, simply replying, "Mom, as long as you're happy." I shifted my gaze away from her thighs. "Oh, by the way, since you're dressed like this, does Principal Yan wear the same thing?" My curiosity got the better of me.
"Mm, take a look," my mom swiped to a photo that looked like a promotional shot. In the picture, Principal Yan wore a matching cheongsam with symmetrical black and gold trim, the hem nearly reaching her ankles. She stood in the poised posture of a ceremonial hostess, her right toe touching the back of her left heel, feet positioned one in front of the other, hands naturally crossed at her waist—extremely dignified. Through the gap between her legs, I could see she was wearing glossy black shaping stockings, made of the same material as my mom's. And on her feet were...? I strained to recall—Principal Yan was wearing the same pair of pointed-toe, black stiletto heels from that edited video, the ones that had been inserted into her vagina and anus! "Slutty bitch!" I cursed silently in my mind.
I glanced at Principal Yan's high heels in the photo, then at my mom's bare feet in just stockings, and asked, "Mom, you're not planning to wear those old leather shoes of yours on stage to dance, are you?" It would look utterly ridiculous if she danced in those.
"Ta-da! Look!" My mom magically pulled out a pair of white high heels from the shoe cabinet—identical in style, pattern, and 10cm height to Principal Yan's, except in a creamy white color. "I've already bought the shoes to perform with Xiao Yan!" she said, slipping them on. With the heels, my mom's height reached nearly 180cm, half a head taller than me, and the shoes made her proportions even more perfect and streamlined. "Goddess!" I teased her.
"Obviously!" she replied with a hint of pride. "Mom, don't just throw your discarded stockings around," I shrugged, picking up a flesh-colored short stocking from the floor—likely the one she'd taken off while changing. I only found one; no idea where the other had ended up. Seeing my mom still admiring herself, I quickly retreated to my own bedroom.
The next day, as I passed by the music classroom on my way to school, I happened to see Teacher Wu Jie practicing "Gokuraku Jodo" inside. I lingered by the door, peeking through the back window for a while. Though Teacher Wu was a bit shorter than my mom, her proportions were well-balanced overall, and she was noticeably younger. In short, she gave off the vibe of a cool, mature beauty—a kind of semi-mature older sister type. "School festivals really bring out the competitiveness, huh? Everyone's working so hard." Ever since I watched those three videos of Teacher Wu, there hadn't been any new information. I still couldn't believe that the diligent, hardworking Teacher Wu I saw in the classroom was secretly the kind of woman who would masturbate just a wall away from her husband, get trained to the point of squirting during class, and even drink her own fluids in front of the whole class.
"Xu Wei, Xu Wei! Come here, let's go up to the rooftop," a voice called from the end of the hallway—it was my deskmate from behind. "What's up? Why so secretive?" I asked him. "The class monitor wants to talk to us," he replied.
We quickly made our way to the rooftop during the break. There, we saw the class monitor leaning against the railing, playing on his phone. To be honest, I hadn't interacted much with this class monitor. The only connection between us was probably the shared secret the three of us knew. "Hey, Monitor!" I greeted him, and he waved back.
The class monitor approached us mysteriously, holding his phone. "Take a look, you two. Which outfit should Teacher Wu wear for the school festival dance?" I didn't say anything, just gave him a puzzled look.
"Don't play dumb. You've both seen the videos, and you know who she is. No need for riddles—just look at the photos." He handed over his phone.
One outfit was a JK uniform with black thigh-high stockings, another was a tight black OL skirt with a blouse, and the last was a European-style Lolita dress. All were pretty ordinary clothes. I thought the class monitor was being so secretive because he had something wild in mind, but it turned out to be rather boring.
"Just go with the JK outfit. Dancing in the other two would be too weird." Even though Teacher Wu was a promiscuous woman, I didn't want her to embarrass herself in front of the whole school.
"Alright, I trust your taste!" the class monitor agreed without hesitation. Taste? When had I ever shown him my taste? I started doubting myself.
"Oh, by the way, make sure you both watch closely during the school festival. I'll have Teacher Wu wear this." The class monitor shook a vibrator in his hand.
Of course. I knew he wouldn't let Teacher Wu get through the school festival unscathed. But the thought of seeing such a promiscuous beauty dancing in front of everyone with a vibrator secretly amused me. I nodded in anticipation. "We'll keep an eye out." Then, I turned and left the rooftop.
The next day was the preparation day for the school festival celebration. After two afternoon classes, we all gathered to set up the venue and rehearse. Once everything was done, I returned to the classroom, spacing out as I waited for the final bell to ring.
As I was packing up my bag to go home, I noticed a black square box inside my desk. Was it a confession? A prank? Filled with curiosity, I opened the box.
Inside was a two-part pink handle with two buttons below. The buttons were labeled "Start" and "Stop," while the handle itself had two symbols: "," and "-".
At the very bottom of the box lay a note: "There's a vibrating electric shock wand inserted into that sow's filthy hole, and the remote is in your hands. However, the labels on these four buttons are incorrect. The game is simple: without being noticed by anyone else, find the correct stickers and match them to the corresponding buttons." It was a note from Brother Jie, slipped into my desk. He hadn't gone to help set up the venue but instead left me this note? Could it be that one of the Brother Jies wasn't a student?
Of course, I knew exactly who that sow was—I was all too familiar with her. Yan Yan!
Beep. "Oh, right, I forgot to mention—the remote's battery only lasts five minutes. Power is limited, so use it wisely." Still that indifferent tone.
"Why should I play this game with you? I already know everything I wanted to know! I have no reason to indulge in such childish games," I challenged Brother Jie. "I know you're looking for me. How about this: if you win this game, I'll tell you one piece of information about me." Brother Jie offered me a condition I couldn't refuse.
"What if I don't succeed? Any penalties?" I had to ensure my safety first. Even though Brother Jie's identity was unclear, I could sense he didn't take me seriously at all, so he wouldn't lie to me.
"No penalties! If I had to name one, you'd lose the right to mess with that sow once." He replied. "Deal! I accept," I agreed immediately. Right now, all I wanted was to uncover this man's identity. As for that sow? I had no time to spare for her.
"Good luck tomorrow!" A bland, indifferent blessing.
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