Chapter 25 (18+)

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Chapter 25

I set my things down and went to Zhao Mi’s office to look for her, but she wasn’t there. Another female teacher in the same office told me she was in Room 5 of the first-year wing, so I went downstairs to find her.

She was indeed there except she was bent over the podium, hands braced, her big tits dangling freely.

"Zhang Wei ah hurry fuck me harder mm mm I still have things to do, Teacher stuff ah ah~"

Behind her, a boy had his pants down, holding her waist as he pistoned into her. Several other students were in the classroom, minding their own business, ignoring the two on the platform.

"Ms. Zhao~ why’re you so tight today?"

"Stop talking so much ah oh hurry oh~ get it over with!"

"Then let me kiss you I can finish faster!"

Zhao Mi turned to kiss him and just then saw me standing at the door. She immediately walked over, the boy’s cock slipping from her pussy mid-thrust as it stabbed the air behind her.

"Sorry something came up" She grabbed my hands.

I smiled: "It’s fine."

I waved to the boy with his cock out he trotted over, swinging it, and said, "Hello, Teacher~"

I lifted one of Zhao Mi’s legs. "Keep going, no need to rush."

"Thanks, Teacher." He immediately inserted himself back inside her.

A few girls from the class came over to watch, grinning at me.

"Not going to lunch yet?"

One answered: "We’ll go later the crowd dies down then. Mr. Yu, are you Ms. Zhao’s boyfriend?"

They all looked at me with curiosity. Zhao Mi, meanwhile, looped an arm around my neck.

I shook my head. "No, I just need to talk with Ms. Zhao about something." I added, "You know me?"

She reached out to help hold up Zhao Mi’s leg for the boy, then with her other hand lifted her white school uniform to reveal a lacy bra and milky teenage tits. "We all know you Mr. Homeroom 2-10 handsome but kinda shy Mr. Yu, feel mine"

I reached out, squeezing the soft mounds of a fifteen-year-old.

She looked at me, then unhooked her bra, letting it fall.

The boy grabbed for her boobs next, but she slapped his hand away and lowered Zhao Mi’s leg.

Annoyed, she said, "Zhang Wei, I never said you could touch. Just fuck Ms. Zhao and don’t waste the teacher’s time!"

Zhang Wei "hmph"-ed, grabbed Zhao’s tits again, and resumed pounding her ass.

I tried to get Zhao Mi to step back, but she wouldn’t hugging me, she said, "Let me hold you I get off easier smelling your scent mm want to fuck my mouth ah ah~"

I shook my head.

The girl pressed closer: "Mr. Yu, feel me more~"

Another girl grabbed my hand and shoved it under her top.

The first girl protested: "I was here first."

I said, "Stop it."

I took my hand back. "Don’t get me hard, or you’ll be caught group sexing careful, they’ll penalize you."

They quieted down.

Just then, Zhang Wei began finishing up, pounding Zhao Mi breathless.

After a dozen more pumps, he slams forward, dumping his load deep inside her.

As Zhao cleaned herself, I sat with the two girls on either side, thumbing their young nipples.

"Mm mm Mr. Yu so good at this mm pinch them again"

"Mr. Yu your smell so nice I want to have sex with you"

Zhao finally dressed and said: "Alright, time for lunch."

One of the girls clung to me: "No I want to fuck Mr. Yu my pussy’s too itchy Ms. Zhao just got off now it’s our turn~"

"Yeah if Ms. Zhao hadn’t held Mr. Yu, we would’ve started already"

I let them go, ruffling their hair: "Go eat. We’ve got things to do next time, maybe."

Zhao Mi took my arm, looking triumphant.

The girls were dejected; as we left, one called from the doorway: "Zhang Wei fuck me"

Zhang Wei shook his head: "I’m going to eat."

She stamped her foot angrily.

Since lunch break wasn’t long and Zhao had delayed us with sex, we just grabbed a bite at a small diner near campus. Even the owner knew us and greeted us.

Zhao and I talked a lot; I mentioned my interest in observing her class. She was surprised but ultimately agreed on the condition I take her to the movies. I said yes.

That afternoon I had no class. I stayed in the office reading the literature here was entirely different from my old world’s. The more I read, the less likely I was to slip up.

I was deep into a book when my phone buzzed. Answering, I was called to the academic office.

The forty-something academic director smiled broadly. "Come in, sit down."

After pleasantries, he said: "Fang Qianyi in your class she’s skipping again, isn’t she?"

I knew this was coming. "Yes, I asked Zhao it’s been a while. She did home visits, but it didn’t help."

"I know the situation at home, and I understand, but Fang is still our student we have to care. She had good grades at enrollment; with effort, she could get into a good university."

I waited he was about to assign me a tough job.

Sure enough: "You’re her homeroom teacher you need to be responsible. Zhao is just a substitute she can’t interfere. It’s up to you to bring Fang Qianyi back. Her family struggles, but if she works hard she can get a full scholarship and apply for hardship grants but if she’s not even coming, it’s all for nothing. You see?"

I nodded. "Yes, yes."

"The principal knows. We have to resolve this. The school pays close attention to every one of these ten percent upstairs is very concerned. We have an accountability meeting next month this must be handled."

I swallowed a lump. "I’ll try."

As I left, he stood: "Oh, by the way, Yu if you get the chance, send my regards to Mr. Lin."

I nodded uncomfortably.

After school, I handed Keke off to Shen Li at the gate, then drove to the Fang residence.

Their door was open; I walked right in.

In the living room, a pink-haired woman, naked, was sprawled on the coffee table. A man stood behind her, gripping her hair, hammering her ass, while her swollen pussy dripped cum.

In front, a man in his sixties or seventies had his prick down her throat.

The place was filthy, reeking of semen.

This woman had to be Fang Qianyi’s mother, Gu Ling. Wedged between the men, she didn’t notice me.

At the dining table, four men in shirts but no pants, cocks hanging, were playing cards likely having just had their turn.

From another room came moans walking over, I saw Fang Qianyi suspended from ropes, a vibrator in her pussy, a banana crammed up her ass, clamps on her nipples with bells dangling beneath. Her hair hung in her face.

A short man whipped her buttocks. He turned, spat: "What the hell are you looking at? Get out!"

Fang Qianyi didn’t react. I forced myself not to hit him, left the room. In this world, prostitution was legal I had no right to stop what he was doing.

One of the card players walked over: "Which one you want? Quick fuck or all night?"

I steadied myself: "Prices?"

He pointed at Gu Ling. "Her, quick fuck’s 100, go wherever, cum once and it’s over; all night’s 500, play however you want, for the hour. The girl inside is twice that she’s only sixteen, high schooler, tight as hell. But the mom’s got bigger tits and more experience. So which?"

I thought. "Both give me a discount, overnight."

He eyed me, then smiled: "Sure, mom-daughter threesomes are the best. Haven’t seen you before, brother."

"First time Old Li recommended you. Give me a deal, if it’s good I’ll come often."

He glanced at a man at the table, who nodded.

I realized this had to be Fang Qianyi’s brother, Fang He. The man at the table was her father, Fang Zheng.

Fang He took a cigarette from me, let me light it, and puffed: "Fine, I’ll do you a favor both girls, you can have them all night for 4,000."

"That’s expensive!"

"You kidding?" Fang He grabbed Gu Ling’s hair, making her look up her pretty face was slack, cum dripping from her lips. "Look at this face where else find a beauty like her? The girl’s her daughter two stunners! Just for you, first time, otherwise the girl alone would be 4k."

Gu Ling seemed half-conscious from overuse. My heart ached, but I smiled: "Fine, 4,000. Worth it for such beauties."

Fang He let her go, took another drag: "These two are top-tier even among pros you’re getting a bargain. Pay cash, show up at 10, bring ’em back by six. Don’t break your cock." He snatched my watch as collateral.

I left, hearing laughter behind me they thought they’d ripped me off. I didn’t care.

At 9:30 p.m., I parked outside their building. Upstairs, a man was just pulling out of Gu Ling both her holes puffy and red.

Fang He smirked: "Eager, are we?"

I forced a smile, handed him the money he even ran it through a bill counter.

After the last customer left, he said: "Alright, I cleared her schedule. Take her. Bathroom’s there if you want to wash her first. The girl’s still being used she’ll be done in ten."

Clenching my teeth this animal treated them like toys I nodded, carried unconscious Gu Ling to the bathroom, gently washed her.

She never woke, only shivered now and then. Her body was covered in bruises.

When I finished, Fang He rapped on the door: "Girl’s ready take her."

"Get her some clothes."

"Whores don’t need clothes."

I carried naked Gu Ling to my car.

Coming out, I saw Fang Zheng wiping himself with Fang Qianyi’s uniform he’d been the last to use her.

I picked up unconscious Fang Qianyi, muttering: "You fucked her till she passed out."

Fang He: "Take it or leave it no refunds."

Grabbing her uniform, I carried her downstairs.

I didn’t take them to a hotel, but home. Not knowing if they’d eaten, I asked Shen Li to make food.

Keke and Zheng Ruojin bathed Fang Qianyi. I laid her on a bed.

Zheng was furious: "Animals! Sue them you have to!"

"How?"

"This is forced prostitution!"

"What if they say it’s voluntary?"

"Doesn’t matter! The law says prostitutes can’t take more than ten clients a day they must’ve had fifty!"

"But if they say it’s voluntary, it’s them breaking the law, not Fang Zheng and Fang He."

Zheng was stumped, then snapped, "Whose side are you on?"

Keke pulled her back: "Don’t get mad, Sister Ruojin Master wants to help, but acting rash won’t solve it."

I patted Keke’s head: "Let’s wait till they wake up, learn the situation. Zheng, find some clothes for Gu Ling."

Shen Li came from the kitchen: "Dinner’s ready."

"Set it aside. And could you wash Fang Qianyi’s uniform? She’ll need it tomorrow."

Shen Li nodded.

I went to the room, gently patted Gu Ling’s cheek. Cleaned up, she was truly beautiful pink hair, but looking more like a college girl than a whore.

I reflected prostitution here was legal, but not just anyone could be a prostitute. In this sex-saturated world, you had to be truly gorgeous to sell yourself. Complimenting a woman’s looks often meant she was pretty enough to whore.

Zheng Ruojin had been a prostitute; in a world with almost no ugly girls, she was still a stunner.

Zhang Shushu once joked that if Su Wan turned tricks, she’d make a fortune, suggesting I have her quit her job and sell herself.

Gu Ling finally stirred under my touch. She smiled weakly, opened her legs. "Sorry you can use my pussy first I’ll rest and then service you~"

I shook my head. "Hungry? Want to eat?"

She looked confused.

"I’m Fang Qianyi’s homeroom teacher, Yu Qi."

She sat up: "Hello, Teacher. Have you... paid? I should give you a free session, so sorry, I passed out."

"It’s fine."

She looked around realizing she wasn’t home.

"You’re in my apartment. I brought you and Fang Qianyi here."

"Fang Qianyi? Are you alone, or... group sex?"

I shook my head. "Ms. Gu, I didn’t bring you here to fuck you, or to fuck Fang Qianyi."

"Then why?"

Zheng Ruojin entered with clothes.

I stood: "Get dressed, come eat, we’ll talk."

Soon, Gu Ling was at the table with Zheng. She stared at the food: "Teacher, what’s this? Where’s Yiyi?"

"She’s asleep."

Gu Ling checked, then returned.

"Eat first," I said.

She sipped some porridge.

"You’re here to get Yiyi back in school?"

"Yes. I also want to understand your family’s situation."

She lowered her head.

I sensed hesitation she wouldn’t endure such abuse otherwise. If she stayed silent, nothing would change. I decided to push.

"Do you want Fang Qianyi to return to school, or keep selling herself? If you and her father both want her whoring, I’ll submit her withdrawal tomorrow."

She reacted: "No Yiyi is a good girl."

I said softly, "Prostitution isn’t a bad profession but she should choose, do it willingly, legally. Do you know how many clients you and Fang Qianyi served today?"

She shook her head.

"From 4 p.m. to 9:30 p.m., thirty-four men came through your door. When I took you, Fang Qianyi was still being fucked by her father."

She was silent.

"Can you take this? Raped by dozens every day?"

After a long pause: "I’m used to it."

I sighed. "I don’t want to meddle, but Fang Qianyi is my student I want to help her. As her mother, will you help?"

She finally broke down, sobbing. I waited until she calmed, then gestured for Zheng, Keke, and Shen Li to leave us.

"I know your permission isn’t enough Fang Zheng holds Yiyi’s fate. He won’t talk to me, so you’re all she has. I can trick Fang Zheng once or twice, not forever. Think carefully do you want to tell me anything?"

I stood. "I’m going to talk to Fang Qianyi. Don’t interrupt. I promise I haven’t touched you, and I won’t touch her."

In the bedroom, Fang Qianyi was awake, staring at the ceiling like a corpse, her body welted with whip marks.

Hearing me enter, she mechanically opened her legs, just like her mother.

Seeing her raw, swollen holes, my heart ached. I covered her.

She realized it was me, tried to bolt, but her legs gave out.

As I reached for her, she slapped my hand away.

"Get out!"

She tried to stand, fell. Ignoring her struggles, I picked her up, laid her on the bed she slapped my face.

Keke, eavesdropping, burst in and stood in front of me.

Fang Qianyi snarled: "Idiots."

Suddenly, I pinned her down, gritted: "I paid your father for you. Make trouble and I’ll return you see how he treats you then."

She glared, but stopped fighting. Clearly, she feared her father.

I sent Keke out she shot Fang Qianyi a dirty look as she left.

"I don’t want to deal with your shit, but I have to. Answer my questions."

"Then don’t! You never cared before don’t pretend now, you hypocrite."

"If the school didn’t force me, I wouldn’t care if you died."

She opened her mouth

"Shut up. Answer: Are you selling yourself voluntarily?"

"None of your business!"

"You’re right, it’s not. But don’t answer, and it’s back to the gangbang for you and your mom!"

"Where’s my mom?"

I smiled inside bullseye.

Fang Qianyi was still in high school, not a sex slave, with full refusal rights and it was clear she hated the work. Her hostility to me suggested a history I’d probably ignored her plight before.

If she was being forced, she must have a weak spot. It couldn’t be money she could earn well on her own, with scholarships and juice sales.

That left her mother, Gu Ling as leverage.

She tried to rush past me again. I blocked her: "Answer, or Gu Ling gets it all night."

She bit my arm I slammed her to the floor: "Want to die? Then die! Stop making each other suffer! Your so-called affection is worthless!"

She froze, released me, and cried silently.

I wiped my bleeding arm with tissue. "You’ve got a way out, if you want it. Shake your head, and I let you go, no stopping you."

After a long silence: "I never... wanted to sell myself..."

"Second: What do you think of Fang Zheng?"

"I want him dead! A thousand times!"

"Third: Do you want to come back to school?"

She paused, then: "Yes..."

"Go out, your mom’s eating."

She got up, opened the door Gu Ling rushed to hug her.

Ignoring them, I left. Keke saw my wound, didn’t rage just picked up her phone, calm as ice.

Shen Li whispered: "Mr. Yu, stop her she’s calling Mr. Lin! He’ll kill them!"

I snatched the phone. Keke exploded: "Give it! I’ll have Dad destroy her!"

I spanked her she quieted, clung to me.

"Sex slave Keke, stand down!"

She whimpered, stopped fighting, let Shen Li bandage me.

I kissed her; she snapped, "Stop moving!"

Gu Ling and Fang Qianyi approached; Keke blocked them: "Go away!"

Gu Ling flinched.

I waved Shen Li to take Keke away. Zheng stood by me, determined: "I’ll protect you!"

I chuckled: "Go to bed."

She pouted and left.

I took out bandages; Gu Ling hurried over: "Not just that " and expertly dressed the wound.

"You know first aid?"

She replied calmly, "It’s... nothing."

But then Fang Qianyi interjected, "That bastard used to beat us!"

Gu Ling immediately responded, "He doesn’t beat us anymore. Yiyi, apologize to the teacher!"

I shook my head, "What do you mean, not anymore? Both of you sit down and eat, I’ll go get you some clothes."

"Why are you playing the good guy here?"

"Yiyi!"

I waved my hand, "Pretending to be a good person is still better than not pretending at all."

I went back to my room and immediately hugged Keke, patiently comforting her.

"Master, why are you helping her? She’s always so mean, always treated you badly!" Keke still couldn’t help but cry.

I wiped her tears and said, "Does Keke prefer someone who just stands by and lets others suffer?"

"No, that’s not it... I just like how kind you are, Master."

"Alright, don’t cry, it’s no big deal. Seeing my adorable Keke makes the pain go away instantly."

Keke suddenly smiled, "You always soothe me like a child."

I cupped her face and kissed her, "That’s because you’re just so cute!"

She gently punched me, pushed me away, and pulled a dress from the wardrobe, "Here~"

I hugged her again, rubbing her head, "Keke really is the best girl."

I took the dress back to the dining table. Fang Qianyi sat with her head down, sipping porridge. Gu Ling immediately stood up, "Mr. Yu, I apologize on behalf of Yiyi."

I handed Qianyi the dress, "I don’t accept your apology."

Gu Ling froze, then suddenly knelt down. Qianyi immediately went to pull her up.

I squatted down, looking at Qianyi, "See, now your mom even has to beg for you."

"Bastard!"

I sat cross-legged, looking at Gu Ling, "Anything you want to say?"

She looked at me for a long moment, then said, "Yiyi, go to the other room for a bit."

"Mom!"

I tossed her the dress. "Get dressed, bring your food, that room’s empty."

She glared at me, took the dress, and entered the room.

I helped Gu Ling up.

She was silent a long time, then finally said, "Yiyi’s father and Fang He don’t work. Ever since Yiyi was born, I’ve been supporting them by prostituting myself."

I said nothing.

"At first, it was still alright. Normally, just the father and son would rape Yiyi, but they didn’t force her to be a prostitute. Until she was in the second year of high school."

She fell silent again, then continued, "I’m not sure what happened Fang Zheng never told me. I think he lost big gambling, owed money. He made me take more clients, sometimes I’d get gangbanged by a hundred men in a day. As soon as money was tight, I’d have to go earn more by being used. Not just me he started forcing Yiyi too. Yiyi is a good kid, always a good student, very sensitive. At first she refused, and there was nothing he could do, so he’d take it out on me, beat me up. Yiyi was too soft-hearted, couldn’t bear to see me suffer, so she agreed. At first, it was just a few clients after school, then more and more, and the men got rougher and rougher. Fang Zheng just took the chance to jack up the price. I don’t know how much he owed, but two months ago, he left for a while and came back missing a finger. He beat me up so badly I was raped even while sleeping. He stopped letting Yiyi go to school and made her work around the clock. I tried to talk to him about it, but he’d just beat me more. I told Yiyi to run, and she tried once but he caught her and forced twenty men to gangbang me right in front of her. I almost died that time. He used me to threaten Keke if she ran he’d make me take 200 clients daily, and fuck me to death. After that, Keke never dared to run again."

I probed, "Then why don’t you just...?"

She shook her head. Then stood, turned around, bent over, spread her buttocks.

I saw her anus, tattooed with a lewd slave seal.

Suddenly I understood everything.

Gu Ling sat again. "I was young and naïve, thought he was a good man. He never married me; legally, Yiyi isn’t his child. Yiyi only has me as her mother."

"And Fang He...?"

"Fang He is with another woman. She left after giving birth to him. She was never a sex slave, so she had nothing to fear. Fang He never treated us as family; when he was thirteen, he raped Yiyi, who was just eleven and just had her first period."

I felt anger and helplessness. Slave contracts here are extremely unfair to the slave, and unless the owner agrees to terminate, the slave is trapped forever. But all these rights and limitations are made clear at registration once they become a slave, they’ve agreed to all this.

Gu Ling wiped her tears, "I can’t get away from him, but I don’t want Yiyi... but I just can’t help her..."

I thought for a while: "You still have feelings for Fang Zheng?"

She shook her head, "Sometimes I just want to die, but then I can’t abandon Yiyi."

"Do you know anything else about Fang Zheng and Fang He?"

She shook her head again. "I really don’t. All these years, most of the time I just took clients at home. I hardly left, and I was too scared to ask every time I did, he’d just beat me."

I handed her a tissue, "I get it. Go rest. Take Yiyi’s room for now."

Suddenly she knelt again. "Please, Mr. Yu, please talk to Yiyi."

I quickly helped her up. "I’ll try."

She gripped my hand, "Mr. Yu, can you take Yiyi as your sex slave?"

I knew instantly what she meant. "Even if she agreed, it wouldn’t help. Don’t worry, let me think about it. I promise, I won’t just do nothing."

"Thank you, thank you."

I helped her to her room.

Zheng Ruojin appeared again; Keke and Shen Li also stepped out.

Zheng said, "We should call the police!"

Keke said, "No use, if those two say it was voluntary, we’d be making a false report."

"Then just tell the truth!"

"Even if we do, it doesn’t matter. With them under our roof, there’s no evidence of Fang Zheng forcibly prostituting them. Even if the police look into it, odds are they won’t find much."

"But there’s so many clients every day, and payment records, and the slave supervision ledger..."

"He can say they came to play cards, that the transfers were gambling winnings. The slave ledger, he can say she just has a powerful sex drive, likes sex just normal sex, not prostitution."

I added, "And they only deal in cash."

Keke went on, "If the police can’t pin something that’ll lock him up for years, just detain him for a few days; when he comes out, those two will be even worse off than before."

"Is there nothing at all we can do?"

I sighed. "It’s not that there’s nothing, but..."

Keke hugged me, "You are not allowed to take reckless risks!"

I held her back: "How could I ever leave you alone to do something risky?"

Zheng Ruojin asked, "So what will you do?"

I grinned and whispered, "Play dirty."

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