Pickup Time
🔞 Adult zone · all characters adult · pure fiction
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She is the homeroom teacher of a third-grade class, born in ’96, five-foot-three, ninety-eight pounds, fair-skinned, and the pair of C-cups on her chest are the one flaw she cannot hide. In front of others she is the strict teacher who snaps her chalk and shows zero tolerance for typos; behind the scenes she has been trapped for three years by a husband who only shows up for breakfast, a husband who never once takes a proper look at her. Until that day after school, when the mother who usually came to pick up her child didn’t show — replaced by that father she had never met before: tall, clean-cut, with fine lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled. She regretted not wearing makeup that day, regretted tying her hair up carelessly, regretted being nothing more than a stern-faced teacher in front of him. And so came the second day’s lipstick, the WeChat account added under the pretext of the child’s studies, the late nights that drifted from small talk into talk of marriage, and the kiss in the mall’s underground parking garage — the one she instinctively wanted to push away but ended up wrapping her arms around his neck for. A husband who could never satisfy her, and a man who could keep her going for a full hour in a hotel and leave her wanting more afterward. On the lectern she is still the proper teacher; beneath him she is a bitch wagging her tail — two faces, ones she can tell apart more and more clearly, and the one she is less and less willing to give up.