I looked down and discovered that this drawer seemed to have been locked originally. But it appeared that my kick had jarred it open. The drawer had a recessed lock with the bolt still in the locked position, but perhaps because the desk had been used for a long time, gaps had formed. So even though it was locked, the vibration from my kick had opened it.
I saw a black notebook and a jewelry box in the drawer. I picked up the jewelry box and opened it first. Inside, besides an exquisite ring, there was a woman's thin leather belt, though it seemed a bit short for a belt. There was also a silver chain. I picked it up to examine it, a necklace perhaps? If it was a necklace, it seemed a bit long and thick. Anyway, I wasn't interested in these things.
I picked up the black notebook. It also had a lock, a normal clasp-style combination lock, which was locked. Looking at the numbers 358 on the lock, I tried to open it, knowing it probably wouldn't work. I tried a few other combinations without success. Frustrated, I pulled hard on the lock clasp, and surprisingly, it opened.
With trembling hands, I turned to the first page, simultaneously opening a forbidden magic book. Because at that moment, I couldn't have imagined how this ordinary black diary would dramatically change my life in the future.
The first page of the diary had Teacher Qin's name, Qin Yuanyuan, and the date October 1, 2012. This was the day Teacher Qin took Xinran on a trip, and also the day she cut ties with her past.
Almost exactly 10 years had passed. Most of the diary contained everyday life records: Xinran's test scores, places they traveled, things with her mother, and some interesting events at school. There wasn't anything particularly special, except for the parts that interested me, the records of my relationship with Xinran. Teacher Qin mentioned this multiple times, from initially describing how Xinran was annoyed when I kept following her, to later calling us childhood sweethearts. It seemed Teacher Qin had approved of my relationship with Xinran. I couldn't help but smile.
Although it was a diary, Teacher Qin didn't write every day. Sometimes she'd write just a few sentences for a day, sometimes four or five entries on a single page, and sometimes one entry across two pages. When I flipped to entries from the past year, things began to change.
September 1, 2021, Wednesday, Sunny. Time flies so fast. Summer vacation is over and a new semester has begun. I wonder if my little ones reviewed their lessons well during the break.
September 4, 2021, Saturday, Sunny. School just started and I'm already taking my Xinran out running around and playing wildly. Weren't we together enough during the entire summer vacation?
September 6, 2021, Monday, Sunny. A new week begins. Early this morning at the school gate, I met him again. He's still the same: handsome, sunny, tall and big, fair-skinned. Truly blessed with good looks.
Who was it? Who was Teacher Qin writing about? What kind of person could make Teacher Qin write about him in her diary and praise his appearance so generously? I continued reading.
September 10, 2021, Friday, Sunny. He's really active in class, participating enthusiastically. Sometimes he asks questions I don't know how to answer. After class, he even followed me to my office to ask more questions. At 172cm, I only reach his shoulder when standing in front of him. It's as if I'm the student and he's the teacher. He looks tall and slim, but up close, you can clearly feel his muscular physique. Not only is he blessed with good looks, but also excellent academic performance. Who knows how many young girl's hearts he'll break in the future.
September 12, 2021, Monday, Cloudy. Monday's weather was gloomy. Same time, same place, I met him again at the school gate. He saw me but didn't greet me. Instead, he smiled and nodded at Xinran. How inconsiderate! Didn't he see me standing here too? Perhaps I'm usually too cold?
What was happening to Teacher Qin? Was she jealous? Jealous of her own daughter? No, that couldn't be. Maybe I was overthinking. I'd know by reading further.
September 16, 2021, Friday, Sunny. School was over and I was preparing to go home. He came and told me Xinran and Xiaowen were going to the stationery store together. I responded with an "Mm" and continued packing my things. But he didn't leave, just stood at the doorway staring at me. The evening glow shone through the door and windows onto his back, making him appear as if standing in light. He was so handsome, so wonderful. Being stared at by him actually made me feel a bit shy. I couldn't help but glance up at him secretly. He seemed to be waiting for something.
I couldn't help but ask, "What is it? Do you need something?"
He scratched his head and said awkwardly, "Oh, nothing. It's just that we're about to enter senior year, and teachers have heavy teaching tasks while students are under pressure, so..."
"So what? If you have something to say, say it quickly. I need to go home," I replied coldly.
I continued packing my things while looking down, but there were only a few items and I was just rearranging them pointlessly. I seemed to be anticipating something, though I wasn't sure what exactly.
He spoke up: "Teacher Qin, if possible, could I have your phone number and add you on WeChat? When you're free, I could ask you some questions."
He said this shyly.
"Why me? There are many teachers at school with more experience and better performance than me," I asked.
Was he asking for my contact information?
"Oh, never mind if you don't want to, Teacher Qin," he said expressionlessly.
Seeing his reaction, I actually felt a bit disappointed. But on the surface, I didn't show much emotional change and continued with a cold face: "I'll tell you my number, write it down."
Hearing this, he finally showed a sweet smile and said, "Yes, Teacher Qin, go ahead, I'll remember it."
He took out his phone and recorded my number. After that, he asked for my WeChat, but I didn't respond and just coldly told him to call me if he needed anything. Then I said, "I'm going home now. Aren't you leaving?"
Only then did he turn and leave.
This diary entry was much longer than several others combined. After reading it, my heart sank. I could only think: what woman doesn't have a girlish side, and what girl doesn't dream of romance? Through this diary entry, although Teacher Qin appeared cold on the surface, I could sense a hint of girlish heart.
September 18, 2021, Sunday, Sunny. These two days I've been helping Xinran with her homework and contacting Sister Lin about yoga. He hasn't contacted me. Until Sunday evening at 7 PM, there was a call from an unknown number. I was taking a shower and missed it. I wasn't sure if it was him, and I didn't call back.
Teacher Qin was actually waiting for his call? What was happening to Teacher Qin? Why had things developed this way? Were there things not recorded in the diary that I didn't know about?
What was going on? Why would Teacher Qin write this entry when nothing happened? I was puzzled. Based on Teacher Qin's habits, she absolutely wouldn't write unless something happened. Sometimes she wouldn't write for weeks. What was happening?
September 27, 2021, Monday, Sunny.
September 30, 2021, Thursday, Sunny. Today after school, when all the other teachers had left, I was still preparing teaching materials. There wasn't much to organize, but for some reason, I wanted to stay in the office a bit longer. After half an hour, he came, still standing at the door without entering, one hand behind his back. I looked up at him.
"Do you need something?"
"Nothing, just came to see you, Teacher."
"What's there to see about me?"
"It's just that Teacher is so beautiful, curvaceous, mature and charming, with an angelic face and devilish figure, like a jade masterpiece carefully crafted by the creator."
His words made me feel embarrassed, my face instantly turning red, my heart pounding like a little deer. I lowered my head, not daring to look at him. After a moment of silence with no movement, I slowly raised my head and found he was already standing beside me, staring straight at me. Sitting in my chair, I seemed unable to move, feeling anxious under his gaze. But his face wore a sunny smile. Just as I lowered my head shyly, he knelt on one knee, took out the roses from behind his back, and said:
"Teacher Qin, I like you."
This truly startled me. For a moment, my mouth hung open, not knowing what to do, then I quickly covered it with one hand to avoid looking ugly.
After more than a minute, I came to my senses, while he maintained his position, still kneeling on one knee, holding flowers seemingly waiting for my response. I pretended to be composed and said:
"Thank you for liking Teacher. Let's consider this an early Teachers' Day gift."
Then I took the flowers with both hands and placed them on the desk.
"Teacher Qin, you know what I mean."
He stood up, placed both hands on my shoulders, pressing me against the chair back, staring straight at me, then said:
"Teacher, I really like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"
Looking at his sunny, handsome face, feeling the strength and warmth of his hands, I momentarily felt like I was in love. No, that must be an illusion. How could I have feelings for my student? I quickly pushed his hands away, got up, grabbed my bag, and tried to flee the office.
Just as I reached the door, he grabbed me and naturally pulled me into his arms. One arm wrapped around my shoulders, other around my waist and he kicked the office door shut. Feeling his strong, powerful, broad arms, I suddenly became as weak as a little lamb, unable to move.
"Teacher, I'm serious. I really like you. Will you be my girlfriend?" he gently asked, lowering his head to my hair, waiting for my answer.
"Calm down. I'm your teacher, and I'm almost forty. Look at school, so many young girls like you. They are prettier and younger than me."
"What does being teacher and student matter? I prefer someone older. Those young girls can't compare to you, Teacher."
He easily dismissed my concerns.
"Teacher, whether you agree or not, I've made up my mind. If you're willing, I'll wait for you at the entrance of your residential complex tomorrow morning at eight."
After saying this, he released me and walked out of the office. I felt like I had escaped a crisis, standing in place for a long time before returning home...
October 1, 2021, Saturday, Sunny. Last night I tossed and turned thinking about what happened in the office and didn't sleep well. My mind was full of his words "I like you." I woke up naturally early in the morning. Looking at my phone, it was almost 7 AM. Sitting in front of the makeup mirror, seeing my dark circles, I muttered, "It's all that rascal's fault."
After washing up, I unconsciously put on beautiful makeup and wore nice clothes, as if anticipating something. Looking at my phone, it was already 7:59 AM. I unconsciously walked to the window and looked toward the complex entrance. Sure enough, he was there, looking down at his phone. He wore light blue sports jacket with white t-shirt, track pants, and basketball shoes, truly youthful. Then he looked up at me and waved, scaring me into quickly turning around and hiding behind the window. I leaning against the wall, both hands covering my pounding chest.
I closed the curtains and returned to the dressing table. Looking at myself in the mirror, today's makeup somehow didn't satisfy me. It must be because I didn't sleep well and looked tired. All that rascal's fault for daring to flirt with his teacher in the office and wanting to date me. Dream on!
I removed my makeup and changed back into my loungewear and lay down. Picking up my phone, and I saw 4 missed calls. I knew they must be from him. Then I saw a message from him saying, "Teacher, if you don't come down, I won't leave." I replied, "Forget about yesterday and go back to study hard." After a while, he didn't reply, so I sent another message telling him to go home.
Until after 9 AM, I pulled back the curtains and saw he was still standing there, smiling and waving at me. I quickly closed the curtains and sent him another message, telling him to go home.
But half an hour later, when I went to the window again, I still saw him standing there. With no other choice, I had to go downstairs to persuade him. When I reached the complex entrance, I saw him staring at me intently. Only then did I realize I had come down in my loungewear: a V-neck silk top that exposed a large area of snow-white flesh on my chest, with the hem only reaching the top of my thighs, exposing my jade legs to his sight. The gazes of men, women, old, and young passing by the complex entrance seemed to focus on me. I hurriedly covered my chest with one hand, grabbed my skirt hem with the other, and said, "Go home quickly," then turned around, covered my face, and ran back home like escaping.
I didn't look out the window again until after lunch, when I glanced and saw he was no longer there. I didn't know when he had left.
Reading Teacher Qin's essay-like diary, I could confirm that the she might indeed have fallen for her own student, and I think I might have guessed who that student was. But what happened next was something I never could have imagined.
October 6, 2021, Wednesday, Sunny. For 6 consecutive days, he came to the complex entrance in the morning and left in the afternoon. Every day, leaning by the window, I watched the handsome young man holding flowers waiting for me. It truly felt like being in love. Today he didn't leave until evening.
October 7, 2021, Thursday. Today he came again, still handsome, still holding flowers. I decided to clarify things with him and properly guide this young man.
But when I walked up to him and saw his handsome face, when he handed me the flowers, I unconsciously accepted them, feeling sweetness in my heart. Under his sweet talk, we went to the suburban forest park. His little actions along the way made my heart flutter, and finally, in the car, he entered my body.
What? Aunt Qin actually had relations with him? And from the text, it wasn't forced but tacit consent, even anticipated. What kind of magic did he possess?
October 8, 2021, Friday. In the morning, I saw him standing at the school gate. When he saw me arrive, he greeted me with a smile, as if waiting for me. At noon during break, he sent a message asking me to meet him in the equipment room. I knew his intentions and didn't reply.
But after a while, he came to the office. To avoid other teachers noticing anything unusual, I had to go to the door and tell him not to act recklessly at school. But he didn't listen, grabbing my hand and walking away. I had no choice but to follow closely. After entering the equipment room, he gave me passionate kisses. Under his constantly changing lewd techniques, my body grew hot with desire. At this point, he had already put away his smile and said in a cold voice:
"Beg me."
Finally, with my tearful pleas, he entered my body again. In an instant, it felt as if even my soul had been elevated, floating in ecstasy.
Before leaving, he said he knew I had a habit of keeping a diary, then in a commanding tone told me to write about yesterday's events in my diary.
Seeing this, I quickly flipped through the diary, but found nothing more. This diary stopped on October 8, 2021, with blank pages afterward.
I inadvertently glanced at the drawer again and sure enough, under an A4 paper, there was another notebook. With trembling hands, I took it out and opened it to the first blank page. It had the teacher's name, Qin Yuanyuan, and the date October 7, 2021. In the middle was a small European-style crown drawn in black pen.
With trembling hands, I turned to the next page. By now, the anger in my heart had gradually disappeared, replaced by nervousness and excitement. My trembling hands were no longer shaking from anger, but rather from excitement.
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