"Class begins!" "All rise. Good morning, teacher." This was followed by a loud "bang"—the sound of a hand slamming onto the desk. "Once again, our class ranks last in the monthly exam. Not a single one of you made it into the top twenty of the grade. Can anyone tell me why Class Two always comes first in every exam?"
"Because their homeroom teacher..." a timid voice piped up from below the podium. "Silence!" Another bang echoed, plunging the classroom into a deathly silence...
Seizing the moment, I quickly gathered the grade-wide exam papers and slipped out the door of Senior Three, Class One. My name is Xu Wei, just turned eighteen, and I'm the academic committee member of Senior Three, Class One. The woman in the classroom is Sun Xiudong, the homeroom teacher of Senior Three, Class Two—and also my mother.
Mom is forty-five this year. Despite her height of 172 cm, a 36D figure, and a striking resemblance to actress Yu Feihong, she never wears high heels, skirts, or anything like stockings. She rarely buys new clothes, sticking to her daily outfit: flat shoes or sneakers, a women's suit, gray or black trousers, and a pair of black-framed glasses that look like they were made last century. With my father constantly abroad on business and essentially no intimate life, she's as cold as an Alaskan iceberg. Perhaps thanks to her natural beauty, or maybe because she spends her clothing budget on skincare, her complexion is far better than most women her age—so fair and delicate it could be described as "milky." This has earned my almost makeup-free mother the title of "Natural Beauty Goddess" among the senior grade.
The boy who spoke up from under the podium is Liu Yang, my die-hard best friend. He's a sports scholarship student who permanently resides at the left side of the podium, serving as a chalk dust purifier. Liu Yang is the classic "bad student"—excellent at everything except studying. With his 1.8-meter height, sunny and outgoing personality, and slim, handsome face, it's hard for women not to be drawn to him. I, on the other hand, am like the reverse version of Liu Yang: 175 cm tall, quietly cunning, with a cool and detached appearance. No wonder many people are surprised we became such close friends.
Beep. "Teacher Sun is on a rampage again." I opened my phone to see Liu Yang's message in our "Best Bros" group chat, along with a clearly sneaky photo of my mom taken from knee level, angled upward. In her black suit and stern expression, she looked utterly terrifying. A dozen or so friends in the group expressed their sympathy. I glanced at the message, tucked my phone back into my pocket, and thought, "Good luck, buddy."
After delivering the exam papers to all the senior classes, I obediently returned to my own classroom, waiting for our teacher to come in and review the test. "We ranked first in the grade this time—feast your eyes!" I was just turning around to chat with the classmate behind me when I heard the distinct click-clack, click-clack of high heels approaching from outside. The entire class instantly fell silent, their eyes fixed eagerly on the classroom door.
Zzzip. With the sound of the classroom door opening and closing, our homeroom teacher, Ms. Wu Jie, walked in, followed closely by the class monitor holding the grade report. My eyes were fixed on the teacher. Ever since our poor performance in last month's exam, our class had made a bet with Ms. Wu: if our class ranked first in the grade, she would grant us one request, and if any individual student scored first in the grade, she would grant that student an additional private request. If Ms. Wu keeps her word, then... Just as I was lost in thought, Ms. Wu suddenly stepped up to the lectern and slowly unfastened the first button of her knee-length brown trench coat.
As the coat came off, I heard the boy behind me gasp sharply. Ms. Wu stood at the front of the classroom wearing a Japanese-style maid dress. The plunging neckline exposed a generous expanse of her chest, and with her D-cup bust, I felt as though I could see the entire "northern hemisphere." The collar was trimmed with white lace, adding a hint of tantalizing allure to the milky-white skin of her chest. The waist was cinched with a sheer black mesh design that accentuated her slender figure, while the combination of her narrow waist and full bust created an overwhelming visual impact for us boys who had just reached adulthood. The skirt, cut to a standard 20 cm above the knee, was edged with white tulle. Looking further down, her long, shapely legs were clad in sheer white stockings, and she wore a pair of glossy black 5 cm heels, elevating her 165 cm height to a perfect 170 cm. From my seat in the third row, she didn't exude the typical cuteness associated with maid outfits. Instead, she radiated the mature charm of an older sister dressed as a maid. Perhaps it was the poise that came with being 35 years old, or maybe it was her recent marriage, but she looked more like a head maid than anything else. Even Liu Yan at her peak couldn't compare to this~
Ms. Wu paid no attention to the stares of the entire class. "Monitor, please announce the monthly exam scores and rankings," she said. Thanks to my diligent studying, I had managed to score second in the class.
The top spot went to the class monitor, who was now reading out the results. "Everyone, take out your math exam papers. Let's start from the first question," Ms. Wu said, as if she weren't wearing a maid dress at all. She began calmly explaining the exam, as though it were just another ordinary day in class. We pretended to take out our papers, but our eyes never left Ms. Wu for a second. Gradually, I noticed that she wasn't as composed as she appeared. Her eyes remained fixed on the exam papers the entire time, and the tips of her ears were flushed bright red. She's just forcing herself to keep it together, I thought.
"Bang!" With a thud, Teacher Wu stumbled, her left hand slapping down on my desk to steady herself, barely avoiding a fall. She slowly stood up, and then... my mind buzzed with shock. Teacher Wu had tripped, rising from in front of me in a posture reminiscent of a bowing worshipper. My eyes followed the expanse of pale, exposed flesh upward, catching sight of a deep cleavage and... two pink, flower-like areolas. "Teacher Wu isn't wearing a bra!" My pupils quickly contracted, trying to take in every detail of the moment, but she stood up too quickly for me to see everything clearly. Once upright, Teacher Wu seemed to notice her slipping top and tugged at it with both hands. And then... my mind buzzed again. This time, I saw it clearly—the force of adjusting her clothes made two distinct points protrude from her chest. "Those are her nipples. She definitely isn't wearing a bra," I thought to myself. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught the class monitor squinting slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"The class monitor is first place. First place gets to make a private request of the teacher. Could it be...? Did he ask her not to wear underwear?" My gaze followed Teacher Wu's movements intently, unconsciously drifting toward the mysterious area between her legs. "Is she also...?" Another thud—Teacher Wu stumbled again. "These high heels are so inconvenient; I keep tripping!" she muttered to herself, glancing at the floor before reaching down to remove her shoes. "If you're only looking at the test papers and not where you're going, who else would trip? Don't blame the high heels," I whispered to the student behind me, who nodded in agreement. Teacher Wu took off her high heels and placed them behind the lectern, instantly losing about five centimeters in height. She resumed walking around the classroom to discuss the exam, and the students' attention shifted from her upper body to her lower half. As she approached, I could see clearly: her small feet were clad in sheer white stockings without reinforced toes, like delicate, smooth blocks of white cream tinged with a hint of flesh tone. In my opinion, their allure far surpassed any so-called "ice cream feet."
Teacher Wu made another round through the classroom. Perhaps sensing the students' inappropriate gazes, or maybe because the classroom tiles were too cold, she returned directly to her chair behind the lectern and continued with the tedious exam review. From my angle, all I could see was the back of her head, her hair tied in a simple ponytail. I glanced at the class monitor—he was intently focused on the test papers. "Was I overthinking it?" I snapped back to attention and returned to the exam as well. Without the distraction of beauty, time flew by, and before long, class was over. Teacher Wu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, quickly slipping on her trench coat and leaving with a hurried, "Review well at home and maintain this performance next time," before darting out of the classroom.
"Hey, Xu Wei," my deskmate behind me suddenly called out. "What's up?" "How about we pool some money next time to buy clothes for the teacher?" "Why are you suddenly bringing this up? Does the teacher need us to buy her clothes?" "I'm just worried the clothes she buys might be of poor quality. Come take a look." He pointed at the chair behind the teacher's desk, urging me to come closer. On the chair was a nearly transparent white stain. "The teacher's white stockings are fading," my deskmate said as he picked up a tissue and wiped the stain away. "Next time, we could buy black stockings," I joked in response, though who knew if our class would still be first place next time.
Finally, the day's classes were over. I sat in the back of my mom's car, ready to head home. Through the rearview mirror, I saw her stern, pale face. I immediately buried myself in my phone, wishing I could disappear into the screen. Beep, beep—the group chat with my close friends lit up with constant notifications, forcing me to switch my phone to vibrate, afraid my mom would scold me. The group was filled with photos of Teacher Wu that my deskmate had secretly taken during class. I had to admire him—managing to sneak out his phone and take so many pictures during class. Most of the photos were blurry and out of focus, but a few clear ones clearly showcased the teacher's perfect figure and alluring outfit. The guys in the group all responded with drooling emojis to express their admiration.
"Your homeroom teacher is so great! Meanwhile, Teacher Sun is practically a devil!" Liu Yang chimed in at an awkward moment, and the group chat instantly fell silent. The "Close Friends" group had about a dozen people, all guys from our senior year who got along well. We occasionally vented, shared photos of girls' outfits, or gossiped in the group. But the one thing we all had in common was our helplessness when it came to Teacher Sun Xiudong.
"Just do better on the next exam," I casually tossed out before walking into the house. Watching my mom's back as she cooked—her long legs, slim waist without an ounce of excess fat, perfect waist-to-hip ratio... "Good hardware, but unfortunately, she's a tyrant," I concluded firmly.
"..." Dinner was a silent affair between mother and son. She was in a bad mood today, so I figured it was best not to provoke her.
"Son, how does your homeroom teacher motivate you? I heard from my students today that she has incentives for exams," my mom suddenly looked at me. "I've been teaching for so many years—maybe it's time I made some changes?"
"Huh?!" I stared at her in disbelief. What kind of day was this? Had my mom changed? Suppressing my confusion, I replied, "Teacher Wu said if we get first place in the grade, she'll let us make a request! We used to find studying boring, but now that we have a goal, we're more motivated to learn."
"Son, do you think I should do something similar for my class? Offer them an incentive too?"
Suddenly, an image flashed in my mind—my mom wearing the maid outfit Teacher Wu had on today. A shiver ran down my spine.
Update for Chapter 2: After much thought, I've decided this will be a medium-length story, wrapping up in about 12 chapters. There won't be too many explicit scenes—the focus will be on the process of corruption and some disciplinary moments. Hope you all enjoy it!