The Fall of the Village Angel 3

The dusty minibus groaned to a halt at the edge of a dirt road that seemed to lead straight into the belly of the mountains. Wu Yuming stepped out, her white blouse already clinging to her skin in the oppressive humidity. She smoothed down her knee-length skirt, adjusted the strap of her heavy bag, and took a deep breath. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and wildflowers, a stark contrast to the sterile perfume of the city she had left behind.

For a moment, she stood still, letting the silence settle around her. The village of Qinglong lay ahead, a cluster of gray-tiled roofs nestled against the green slopes like a forgotten secret. She had seen pictures, of course, but nothing could have prepared her for the sheer weight of isolation that pressed down from the surrounding peaks. This was her choice, her mission. She was here to teach, to give these children a chance at a future brighter than the narrow valleys that boxed them in.

A group of children emerged from behind a large banyan tree, their faces smudged with dirt, eyes wide with curiosity. The bravest among them, a boy of about nine with a scar on his chin, stepped forward.

“Are you the new teacher?” he asked, his voice laced with a local accent she had to strain to understand.

Wu Yuming smiled, a genuine, warm smile that softened the sharp angles of her face. “I am. My name is Wu Yuming. You can call me Teacher Wu.”

The children erupted in a chatter of excitement. They surrounded her, some tugging at her bag, others pointing at her shoes. A little girl with two braids held out a handful of wild berries, their juice staining her palms red. “For you, Teacher Wu.”

“Thank you,” Wu Yuming said, her throat tightening with a sudden, unexpected emotion. She took the berries, popping one into her mouth. It was tart and sweet, tasting of earth and sun. She felt a warmth spread through her chest, a sense of purpose that had been too long dormant.

The village chief arrived shortly, a stout man in a faded blue Mao suit, his face a mask of practiced authority. He shook her hand with a grip that was firmer than necessary, his eyes scanning her from head to foot with a hint of something she couldn’t quite place. Appreciation? Or perhaps appraisal.

“Teacher Wu, welcome to Qinglong. We are honored to have you,” he said, his voice booming as if addressing a crowd. “Our previous teacher left six months ago. The children have been without proper instruction. I trust you will bring them discipline and knowledge.”

“I will do my best,” she replied, her voice steady.

He nodded, then gestured toward a narrow path that wound between two houses. “Your dormitory is ready. Li Lijie, our vice-principal, will show you.”

Li Lijie stepped forward from the small crowd that had gathered. She was a large woman, her bulk encased in a floral print dress that strained at the seams. Her face was round and smooth, but her eyes were small and sharp, like chips of flint. She wore a tight smile that did not reach those eyes.

“Teacher Wu, I am so glad you could come,” Li Lijie said, her voice dripping with a sweetness that felt forced. “We have heard so much about you. A heiress from the city, giving up everything to come here. So noble.”

Wu Yuming felt a flicker of unease but pushed it aside. “It’s not noble. It’s just what I want to do.”

Li Lijie’s smile tightened. “Of course. This way, please.”

The dormitory was a single-room structure at the edge of the schoolyard, its walls made of rough-hewn logs, the floor packed earth. A narrow bed stood against one wall, covered with a thin mattress. A wooden table with a kerosene lamp served as a desk. There was no running water, only a bucket in the corner with a ladle. A small window faced the forest, its glass cracked in one corner.

Wu Yuming set down her bag and surveyed the room. It was humble, but it was hers. She could make it work.

“Everything is simple here,” Li Lijie said from the doorway, her bulk blocking most of the light. “You will get used to it. Or perhaps not.” She let out a small laugh, a sound that was more like a wheeze. “If you need anything, you can find me in the school office. I live just behind it.”

“Thank you,” Wu Yuming said, turning to face her. “I’m sure I’ll manage.”

Li Lijie’s eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary, then she turned and waddled away. Wu Yuming watched her go, a strange chill crawling up her spine. She shook it off. First day nerves. She was tired from the journey.

The first week was a blur of introductions and adjustments. The school was a single-story building with three classrooms, each holding about twenty students of varying ages. Wu Yuming taught all subjects to the older children, while a local woman, Auntie Chen, handled the younger ones. The children were eager, their hunger for learning palpable. They hung on her every word, their eyes bright with wonder as she taught them basic math and reading.

She spent her evenings grading papers by lamplight, the silence of the village pressing in around her. The nights were the hardest. In the city, she had been surrounded by noise—traffic, neighbors, the hum of appliances. Here, the quiet was absolute, broken only by the occasional bark of a dog or the rustle of leaves. She felt the loneliness like a physical ache, a hollow space in her chest that no amount of good deeds could fill.

One night, after a week of restless sleep, she lay on her narrow bed, staring up at the ceiling beams. Her body felt tight, tense, a coiled spring of energy with no release. She had always been a good girl, doing the right thing, suppressing her desires. But here, in the dark, with no one to see, she allowed herself to think of things she usually kept locked away.

Her hand drifted down her stomach, over the thin fabric of her nightgown. She hesitated, a flush of shame warming her cheeks. But the loneliness was stronger than shame. She closed her eyes and let her fingers move, tracing the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist. She imagined a touch, a presence, anyone to fill the void. Her breath quickened, her body responding to the ministrations of her own hand.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hips rising and falling in a rhythm that was both familiar and forbidden. She thought of the village boys, their rough hands and hungry eyes. She thought of the vice-principal’s cold gaze. She thought of nothing at all, just the sensation, the release, the sweet oblivion of pleasure. Her body shuddered, a quiet gasp escaping her lips.

Outside, pressed against the cracked window, Li Lijie watched. Her face was a mask of concentration, her phone held steady, its camera capturing every movement. The grainy video showed the young teacher writhing on her bed, her face contorted in ecstasy. Li Lijie’s lips curled into a sneer.

“So the little princess has a dirty side,” she whispered to herself. “How pathetic. How perfect.”

She had followed Wu Yuming from the first night, drawn by a jealousy that burned like acid in her gut. The heiress, with her porcelain skin and her air of innocence, had everything Li Lijie lacked—beauty, youth, wealth, respect. She had come to this backwater village as a savior, and everyone adored her. The children loved her. The villagers bowed and scraped. Even the chief had spoken of her with a reverence that made Li Lijie’s blood boil.

And now, Li Lijie had a weapon.

She watched a moment longer, savoring the sight of the city girl lost in her animal instincts. Then she stepped back from the window, her shadow merging with the darkness. She pocketed her phone and smiled, a slow, ugly smile that twisted her features.

“You think you’re better than me?” she murmured. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”

The next morning, Wu Yuming woke with a headache and a vague sense of unease. She had slept deeply, too deeply, and the dream—or the memory—of her nighttime ritual lingered like a stain. She splashed cold water on her face from the bucket and dressed quickly, trying to shake off the feeling that she was being watched.

At school, everything was as normal. The children greeted her with their usual enthusiasm. But she noticed Li Lijie standing in the doorway of her office, watching her with an expression that was different. There was a smugness in her eyes, a knowing look that made Wu Yuming’s skin crawl.

“Good morning, Teacher Wu,” Li Lijie said, her voice dripping with false cheer. “You look tired. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, thank you,” Wu Yuming said, forcing a smile. “Just adjusting to the quiet.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get used to it,” Li Lijie said, her eyes narrowing. “The nights can be long here. I hope you find ways to… occupy yourself.”

Wu Yuming felt a cold knot form in her stomach. She turned away, busying herself with arranging the lesson materials. But she could feel Li Lijie’s gaze boring into her back, a weight that would not lift.

Throughout the day, she caught glimpses of the vice-principal hovering at the edge of her peripheral vision. During recess, Li Lijie stood by the well, talking to a group of village women, her voice carrying across the yard. Wu Yuming heard her own name, followed by a burst of laughter that was too loud, too sharp.

That evening, as she walked back to her dormitory, she noticed a figure in the shadows near the banyan tree. It was a man, short and squat, with a face that was all angles and greed. He stared at her with a hunger that made her quicken her pace. She had seen him before, hanging around the village square, leering at the young women. His name was Wu Dazhu, and everyone said he was the worst kind of man—lazy, cruel, and never married because no woman would have him.

She locked her door that night, something she had not done before. The small metal bolt felt flimsy, useless. She sat on her bed, her heart pounding, and tried to read a book. But the words blurred. She could not shake the feeling that something was closing in on her.

The days passed. The teaching was a refuge, a place where she could forget the darkness that seemed to be gathering. But Li Lijie’s behavior grew more intrusive. She would drop by the classroom unannounced, offering unsolicited advice, her eyes always scanning, always judging. She would make comments about Wu Yuming’s clothes, her hair, her way of speaking. Little jabs that were just polite enough to pass as concern.

One afternoon, as Wu Yuming was erasing the blackboard, Li Lijie walked in and shut the door behind her.

“Teacher Wu, I think we need to have a talk,” she said, her voice low and menacing.

Wu Yuming turned, a piece of chalk still in her hand. “What about?”

Li Lijie pulled out her phone, tapped the screen, and turned it toward Wu Yuming. The video began to play. Wu Yuming saw her own body, pale in the dim light, writhing on the bed. She heard her own muffled moans. The world seemed to tilt, the floor rushing up to meet her. She gripped the edge of the desk to steady herself.

“Where did you get that?” she whispered, her voice barely a croak.

“I have my sources,” Li Lijie said, her smile spreading like a scar. “The question is, what are you going to do about it?”

“You have no right—” Wu Yuming started, but Li Lijie cut her off.

“I have every right. I am the vice-principal. It is my duty to ensure the moral character of our teachers.” She pocketed the phone, her small eyes gleaming. “Now, I’m not a cruel person. I’m willing to keep this between us. But there will be… conditions.”

Wu Yuming felt the walls closing in. “What conditions?”

“For now, just know that I have your best interests at heart,” Li Lijie said, patting her on the shoulder with a hand that was cold and clammy. “We’ll talk again soon. In the meantime, keep being the perfect teacher. The village loves you. That’s important.”

She left, and Wu Yuming stood alone in the empty classroom, the silence roaring in her ears. She wanted to scream, to run, to do something. But she was frozen, trapped by the image of her ow

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The afternoon sun slanted through the venetian blinds of the vice-principal’s office, casting long stripes of shadow across the cluttered desk. Wu Yuming sat rigidly in the hard plastic chair, her hands folded in her lap, her heart pounding so loud she was certain Li Lijie could hear it. The older woman leaned back in her leather swivel chair, a satisfied smirk playing on her thick lips. She held a smartphone in her pudgy fingers, the screen tilted just enough for Wu Yuming to see the frozen image—her own face, contorted in ecstasy, bathed in the dim light of a dormitory room she did not recognize.

“How did you get this?” Wu Yuming’s voice came out as a whisper, barely audible above the hum of the air conditioner.

Li Lijie chuckled, a low, guttural sound that seemed to bounce off the walls. “Does it matter, dear teacher? The point is, I have it. And I have more.” She swiped her thumb across the screen, and a new image appeared—a different angle, from a different night. Wu Yuming’s stomach dropped. She had no memory of being filmed. She had no memory of ever doing anything that would warrant such a recording.

But the evidence was undeniable. The woman in the video—her naked body writhing on a bed, her hands between her legs—was unmistakably her. The mole on her left shoulder blade, the way her hair fell across her face when she threw her head back. It was her, and yet it felt like a stranger. A ghost from a life she had never lived.

“I don’t understand,” Wu Yuming said, her voice trembling. She tried to keep her composure, but tears were already pricking at the corners of her eyes. “I’ve never—I wouldn’t—”

“Wouldn’t what? Indulge in a little self-love?” Li Lijie sneered, setting the phone down on the desk. She folded her arms over her ample chest, her dark eyes gleaming with malice. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you? A perfect little angel. Everyone in Shitou Village knows you’re the pure-hearted heiress, the kind teacher who never says a bad word about anyone. But we all have secrets, don’t we, Wu Yuming?”

Wu Yuming shook her head, a single tear spilling down her cheek. She wiped it away hastily, ashamed of her own weakness. “That’s not me. I don’t remember— That’s not me.”

“Oh, but it is,” Li Lijie said, leaning forward. She picked up the phone again and tapped the screen. A video began to play, the sound turned down but the images unmistakable. Wu Yuming saw herself arch her back, heard her own muffled moans through the cheap speakers. She turned away, unable to watch.

“Where did you get this?” she demanded, her voice cracking. “Who filmed this?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Li Lijie repeated, her tone hardening. “What matters is what happens next. See, I’ve been watching you, Wu Yuming. Ever since you came to this village, you’ve been acting like you’re better than everyone else. Your fancy clothes, your city education, your sweet smile that makes all the men drool. You think you’re too good for us, don’t you?”

“That’s not true,” Wu Yuming protested, but her voice lacked conviction. She had felt out of place since the day she arrived. The villagers were suspicious of her, the other teachers resentful of her youth and beauty. Only Li Lijie had been friendly, at first. Until now.

“I’m not going to ruin your life, Wu Yuming,” Li Lijie said, her voice suddenly soft, almost maternal. She stood up and walked around the desk, her heavy footsteps echoing in the small office. She stopped in front of Wu Yuming, blocking the light from the window. “I have a proposal. You do what I say, and this video stays between us. No one else has to see it. No one else has to know what a dirty little slut you really are.”

Wu Yuming’s breath caught in her throat. The words stung like a slap. She had never been called a slut in her life. She had always been the good girl, the virgin bride, the one who waited for marriage. But the video suggested otherwise. How could she be both? How could this be happening?

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Li Lijie smiled, a predatory grin that revealed yellowed teeth. “First, I want you to understand your position. You are not in control anymore. I am. And I have a test for you. To prove you’re willing to cooperate.”

Wu Yuming’s hands began to shake. She clasped them together, pressing them into her thighs. “What kind of test?”

“Simple,” Li Lijie said, turning and walking back to her desk. She picked up her phone, then gestured toward the door. “We’re going to your dormitory. Right now. And you’re going to do exactly what I say. No excuses, no hesitation.”

The dread that had been building in Wu Yuming’s chest exploded into full-blown panic. “No—please—I can’t—”

“You can, and you will,” Li Lijie snapped, her voice like a whip. “Or I upload this video to the village WeChat group. And to every school parent group. And to your father’s company’s website. How do you think your father would feel, seeing his precious little girl spread-eagled on a cheap mattress?”

Wu Yuming felt the tears stream down her face. She didn’t care anymore. She couldn’t stop them. The image of her father’s disappointed face, the whispers of the villagers, the ruin of her reputation—it was all too much. She nodded, a jerky, desperate motion.

“Good girl,” Li Lijie said, her voice dripping with false affection. She picked up her purse and walked to the door. “Let’s go.”

The walk to the dormitory was a blur. Wu Yuming moved on autopilot, her mind a blank sheet of terror. The afternoon sun was still bright, but it felt cold to her skin. The village was quiet; most people were still at work or in the fields. They passed the main square, the old banyan tree, the well where the women gathered to gossip. No one saw them. No one stopped them.

Li Lijie unlocked the door to Wu Yuming’s dormitory room. It was a modest space—a single bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a small bathroom. The window overlooked the courtyard, where a few children played with a stray dog. Wu Yuming stood in the center of the room, her arms wrapped around herself, trembling.

“Close the curtains,” Li Lijie ordered.

Wu Yuming obeyed, her hands shaking so badly she had to try twice. The room fell into a dim, yellowish light. The air felt thick, suffocating.

“Now, undress.”

The command hung in the air like a physical blow. Wu Yuming’s breath hitched. She turned to face Li Lijie, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What?”

“You heard me. Undress. All the way. I want to see that body you’re so proud of.”

Wu Yuming’s hands flew to her chest, clutching the collar of her blouse. “No—I can’t—this is insane—”

“The video is useless to me if I don’t have recent material,” Li Lijie said, her tone cold and businesslike. She had taken a seat on the edge of the bed, her phone held up, ready to record. “I need proof that you’re cooperating. So take off your clothes, or I upload the video. Your choice.”

Wu Yuming stood frozen, her mind racing. She could run. She could scream. She could fight. But what would that accomplish? Li Lijie had the video. She had already won. And Wu Yuming knew, deep in her gut, that if she resisted, the consequences would be worse. The woman was not bluffing.

With trembling fingers, Wu Yuming reached for the top button of her blouse. She unfastened it slowly, then the next, and the next. The fabric parted, revealing the lacy edge of her bra. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then she unbuckled her skirt and let it pool at her ankles.

Li Lijie watched in silence, her phone aimed at Wu Yuming. The older woman’s eyes were hungry, devouring every inch of exposed skin. Wu Yuming felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide herself.

“Uncross your arms,” Li Lijie said. “And take off the bra.”

Wu Yuming’s vision blurred with tears. She fumbled with the clasp at her back, her fingers numb and clumsy. The bra came loose, and she let it fall. Her breasts were exposed to the dim light, her nipples hardening from the chill of the air conditioner. She felt utterly vulnerable, defenseless.

“Good,” Li Lijie whispered. “Now the panties.”

There was no stopping now. Wu Yuming hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down, stepping out of them as if they were burning her skin. She stood naked in the middle of the room, her hands covering her face, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

“Stop crying,” Li Lijie said, her voice harsh. “You wanted to be a teacher? You wanted to inspire the youth of this village? Well, now you’re going to inspire me. Get on the bed.”

Wu Yuming didn’t move. She was paralyzed by shame, by fear, by the impossibility of the situation. But Li Lijie’s voice grew sharper, more insistent.

“Get. On. The. Bed.”

Slowly, mechanically, Wu Yuming walked to the bed. She sat down on the edge, her hands still covering her face. Li Lijie leaned forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away.

“Look at me,” she said. “I want to see your eyes.”

Wu Yuming met her gaze. The vice-principal’s face was flushed with excitement, her eyes glittering with power. She had never felt this alive, Wu Yuming realized. This was not just blackmail. This was sport.

“Now, touch yourself,” Li Lijie said.

Wu Yuming’s stomach lurched. “No—please—I don’t want to—”

“I don’t care what you want,” Li Lijie snapped. “I care what I want. And I want to see that little slut you tried to hide. Touch yourself. Make yourself come. Or I upload the video.”

Wu Yuming’s body rebelled. Every muscle was tensed, every nerve screaming at her to flee. But her rational mind knew there was no escape. She had been trapped from the moment that video was taken. Slowly, reluctantly, she lowered her hand. Her fingers brushed against her own inner thigh, and she flinched.

“That’s it,” Li Lijie encouraged, her voice a low murmur. “Don’t be shy. I’ve seen it all before.”

Wu Yuming squeezed her eyes shut, trying to pretend this wasn’t happening. Her hand moved of its own accord, sliding between her legs. She didn’t want to feel pleasure. She didn’t want to feel anything. But her body betrayed her. Her clit was already sensitive, already responding to the touch she had trained herself to ignore for years.

She pressed harder, faster, desperate to get it over with. A small sound escaped her lips—a gasp, a moan, she didn’t know. Li Lijie leaned in closer, the phone recording every second.

“Open your eyes,” she ordered.

Wu Yuming obeyed, her gaze distant and unfocused. She saw her own reflection in the black lens of the phone, saw the way her body writhed on the cheap sheets. The image was obscene, and yet something stirred in her chest. A flicker of heat, of excitement, of shame so deep it felt like pleasure.

Li Lijie’s phone captured it all: the rapid breathing, the desperate movement of her fingers, the way her hips bucked against her own hand. And then, without warning, Wu Yuming’s body convulsed. A sharp, sudden orgasm ripped through her, leaving her gasping and trembling on the bed.

She lay there, naked and spent, tears streaming down her face. Li Lijie clicked off the recording and pocketed her phone.

“Good girl,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Wu Yuming couldn’t answer. She curled into a ball, pulling her knees to her chest, trying to make herself small, invisible. But the shame was too large, too overwhelming. It clung to her like a second skin.

“You’ll do exactly what I say from now on,” Li Lijie said, standing up and smoothing her skirt. “There’s more to come. Much more. But you’ve passed the first test.”

She walked to the door, then paused. “Get dressed. And wipe that look off your face. You’re going to be fine, as long as you remember your place.”

The door clicked shut behind her. Wu Yuming lay motionless on the bed, her mind a blank void. The ceiling seemed to spin above her. She had never experienced anything like this before. The violation, the helplessness, the une

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The morning sun cast long shadows across the village schoolyard, but Wu Yuming felt no warmth as she walked through the main gate. Her steps were heavy, each one an effort against the invisible chains that had bound her since yesterday. The memory of Li Lijie’s voice, sickly sweet and poisonous, echoed in her mind: “Tomorrow, no underwear. You will teach exactly as I say.”

She had tried to protest. She had cried, begged, pleaded. But the vice-principal had only smiled, that fat face splitting into a grotesque crescent, and waved the phone in her face. The video. Always the video. Wu Yuming had no father to protect her now, no powerful family to shield her from this nightmare. She was alone, trapped in this godforsaken village where her inheritance meant nothing against the malice of a jealous woman.

The hallway to her classroom stretched before her like a tunnel to hell. She could feel the cool air against her thighs through the thin cotton of her skirt. No underwear. The sensation was alien, unsettling, and yet—she hated herself for acknowledging it—there was a faint, forbidden thrill that pulsed beneath her shame. She crushed it down, focusing on the task ahead. The children. They were innocent. They must not see.

But Li Lijie had other plans.

As Wu Yuming reached the door, she saw the vice-principal waiting inside, her bulk filling the space beside the chalkboard. The students, twenty-three of them ranging from seven to twelve, sat in neat rows, their eyes wide with curiosity. They were used to Miss Wu’s kind smile, her gentle voice. Today, they sensed something wrong.

“Ah, Teacher Wu,” Li Lijie said, her voice booming in the small room. “I thought I’d observe your first lesson today. A little quality control, you understand.” She winked at Wu Yuming, a gesture that made the younger woman’s stomach churn.

Wu Yuming nodded, not trusting her voice. She walked to the front of the class, her heels clicking on the worn wooden floor. She set her bag on the desk and turned to face the students. Their eyes were on her, innocent and expectant.

“Good morning, class,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper.

“Good morning, Teacher Wu,” they chorused.

Li Lijie settled into a chair at the back, her arms crossed, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She made no move to hide her presence. Observation, she had said. But Wu Yuming knew what she was really there for.

The lesson began. Wu Yuming opened the textbook to the mathematics chapter, her hands trembling as she wrote a simple problem on the board: 12 + 7 = 19. The chalk scratched against the black slate, a sound that usually comforted her. Today, every nerve in her body was on high alert. She could feel the absence of cloth between her body and her clothes, the way her blouse brushed against her skin, the way her skirt shifted as she moved. She felt naked, exposed, even though she was fully dressed.

“Xiao Ling, can you tell me the answer to twelve plus seven?” She pointed to a girl in the front row.

“That’s nineteen, Teacher.”

“Very good.” Wu Yuming smiled mechanically. But as she reached forward to write another problem, her blouse caught on the edge of the chalk tray, pulling taut across her chest. She gasped, stumbling back. The fabric strained against her breasts, and for a moment, the outline of her nipples was clearly visible through the thin material.

The students stared. Some of the older boys exchanged glances. Wu Yuming felt heat flood her face. She quickly adjusted her blouse, tucking it back into her skirt. Her hands trembled as she smoothed the fabric.

“Teacher, are you okay?” Xiao Ling asked, her small face creased with concern.

“I’m fine, dear. Just tired.” Wu Yuming turned back to the board, her back to the class. She heard Li Lijie shift in her chair, heard a low, throaty chuckle. The sound sent ice through her veins.

The lesson continued. Wu Yuming forced herself to focus on the numbers, the equations, the simple world of arithmetic where everything made sense. But her mind kept drifting to the video. To last night. To the cold, calculating eyes of Li Lijie as she had given her orders.

“Now, class, please turn to page forty-three and complete the exercises in pairs.”

As the students busied themselves with their work, Wu Yuming walked between the desks, offering help where needed. She was acutely aware of every glance, every whisper. When she leaned over to help a boy named Wei with a division problem, her blouse gaped open slightly. Wei’s eyes widened, and he quickly looked down at his book, his face red.

Wu Yuming straightened, her heart pounding. She glanced at Li Lijie, who was watching her with an expression of predatory amusement. The vice-principal gestured subtly at her chest, then gave a tiny nod. A command. It was time.

Fear and anger warred within Wu Yuming. She wanted to run, to scream, to tear the woman’s smug face apart. But the video. Her reputation. The life she had built. All of it would shatter if Li Lijie released that footage. So she stood frozen, paralyzed by her own helplessness.

“Teacher Wu, I have a question,” said a girl in the back row, her hand raised.

Wu Yuming walked over, her steps mechanical. The girl asked about a word problem, and Wu Yuming explained it as best she could, but her voice was distant, her mind elsewhere. She was acutely aware of the classroom clock ticking, each second bringing her closer to the inevitable.

At exactly eleven o’clock, Li Lijie stood up. “Alright, class, take a five-minute break. I need to speak with Teacher Wu outside.”

The students shuffled out, chatting loudly. Wu Yuming remained rooted to the spot, her hands clenching at her sides. When the last child had left, Li Lijie closed the door and turned to face her.

“You’re not following instructions, Yuming,” she said, her voice soft but laced with steel.

“I am,” Wu Yuming protested. “I did what you said. I’m not wearing—”

“I know, I know.” Li Lijie waved a dismissive hand. “But you’re holding back. The children didn’t see anything. They need to see, Yuming. They need to understand what kind of teacher they have.”

“They’re children, Li Lijie! They don’t need to see that!”

Li Lijie’s face hardened. “Do you want me to send the video to the village council? To the county education bureau? Because I will. I’ll make sure everyone knows what the ‘angel’ of the village really is. A whore who spread her legs for a disgusting bachelor.” She leaned in close, her breath hot and stale. “You will do as I say, or your life will end here. Understood?”

Wu Yuming’s eyes burned with unshed tears. She nodded, a single, jerky movement.

“Good. Now, when the students come back, you will begin the new lesson. I want you to stand at the front of the room, face them, and tell them you have a surprise. Then you will unbutton your blouse, slowly. Two buttons. Just enough to show them. And you will smile.”

The words hit Wu Yuming like physical blows. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Li Lijie patted her cheek, her hand clammy and cold.

“You’ll get used to it,” she said. “They all do.”

The students returned, settling into their seats. Wu Yuming stood at the front, her back to the board, her hands trembling. She could feel Li Lijie’s gaze boring into her from the back of the room.

“Class,” she began, her voice cracking. “I have a surprise for you.”

The children looked up, curious. Some whispered to each other. Wu Yuming took a deep breath. Her fingers found the top button of her blouse. She undid it, her movements slow, deliberate. The first button came free, exposing the pale skin of her collarbone. A few students exchanged glances, uncertain.

“Teacher, what are you doing?” a boy asked.

“Just a surprise,” Wu Yuming repeated, her voice hollow. She undid the second button. The fabric parted, revealing the soft curve of her breasts. She had no bra to support them, no barrier between her flesh and the world. Her nipples, already hard from the cold air and the fear, were fully visible.

A gasp rippled through the classroom. Some of the younger children stared in confusion. The older boys, those who had begun to learn about bodies and shame, looked away, their faces burning. A girl named Mei covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide.

“Teacher, why are you doing that?” Xiao Ling asked, her voice small and frightened.

Wu Yuming could not answer. She could only stand there, her hands at her sides, her body exposed, her spirit broken. The shame was overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatened to drown her. And yet—and this terrified her more than anything—beneath the shame, there was a spark of something else. A thrill, raw and forbidden, that coiled in her belly and made her breath hitch.

Li Lijie stood up, clapping slowly. “Excellent, Teacher Wu. A wonderful demonstration of... anatomy. I think the students have learned a valuable lesson today.”

She walked to the front of the room, her bulk casting a shadow over Wu Yuming. “Please button yourself up now. We don’t want to cause a distraction.”

Wu Yuming’s fingers fumbled with the buttons, her hands shaking so badly she could barely manage. Li Lijie watched, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Class, please take out your notebooks and write a short paragraph about what you learned today. Be thorough.”

The students obeyed, though many of them kept their eyes fixed on their desks, unable to look up. The silence in the room was heavy, oppressive.

Li Lijie turned to Wu Yuming, her voice low. “Good girl. You’ll be my perfect little doll yet. And don’t think this is the end. I have bigger plans for you. Much bigger.”

She walked out of the classroom, leaving Wu Yuming alone with her students, her shame, and the faint, sickening thrill that she could not deny.

The bell rang. The children filed out, their faces a mix of confusion, embarrassment, and a few with a strange curiosity. Wu Yuming stood motionless, watching them go. When the last student had left, she collapsed into her chair, burying her face in her hands.

But even in that moment of despair, her body remembered the feeling of the cool air on her skin, the eyes upon her, the power and vulnerability intertwined. And deep inside, a part of her—the part she had always hidden—wanted more.

In her office, Li Lijie reviewed the footage she had secretly taken on her phone. The perfect angles, the children’s shocked faces, Wu Yuming’s frozen expression. She smiled, her fat fingers scrolling through the images. This was just the beginning. The village would see what a true angel looked like—fallen, broken, and utterly at her mercy.

The morning sun cast long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the village school playground. Wu Yuming stood at the window of the teachers' office, her fingers pressed against the cold glass as she watched the students trickle through the gate. Her reflection stared back at her—hollow-eyed, pale, a ghost of the woman she had been just weeks ago.

The note had arrived at dawn, slipped under her door like a serpent entering a garden. Li Lijie's handwriting, blocky and deliberate: *Playground duty today. 8 AM sharp. Come prepared.*

She knew what that meant now. The euphemisms had become a language of their own, one she was learning against her will. *Playground duty* meant humiliation. *After-school tutoring* meant pain. *Morning inspection* meant whatever degradation Li Lijie could dream up that day.

The clock on the wall ticked toward eight. Wu Yuming's hands trembled as she reached for her laundry basket on the desk beside her. She had brought it from home, as instructed—a basket filled with damp sheets and pillowcases, the kind that took forever to dry on the line. The kind that would keep her outside for a long time.

She walked down the hallway with the basket clutched against her chest, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. The school had been built in the seventies, a squat concrete structure with peeling paint and windows that rattled in their frames. The playground stretched out behind it, a barren expanse of dirt and asphalt with rusting climbing equipment that had been deemed unsafe years ago but never removed.

Li Lijie was already there, standing by the clotheslines that ran between two metal poles near the far end of the playground. She was a mountain of a woman, her body spilling over itself in rolls of flesh that seemed to defy the laws of physics. Her face was small and mean, with eyes that pinched into slits when she smiled, which was often and without warmth.

"Ah, Teacher Wu," Li Lijie called out, her voice carrying across the empty playground. "Right on time. I do appreciate punctuality in my staff."

Wu Yuming forced herself to keep walking, her legs moving mechanically. The basket felt heavier with each step, as if the clothes inside were made of lead.

"Put the basket down here," Li Lijie instructed, gesturing to a spot beside her. "Now, you know the rules."

Wu Yuming nodded, not trusting her voice.

"Say it," Li Lijie demanded. "Say the rules so I know you understand."

"The clothes must be hung properly," Wu Yuming whispered. "One at a time. Each piece must be smoothed flat before it's pinned to the line."

"And?"

"And I must be naked while doing so."

Li Lijie's smile widened. "Good girl. You're learning." She reached into the pocket of her oversized dress and pulled out a small camera, holding it up like a trophy. "And I'll be documenting the process, of course. For quality assurance purposes."

The first bell rang, and the students poured into the building. Wu Yuming could hear their voices, their laughter, their shouts. Soon they would be in their classrooms, but some of them would have windows facing the playground. Some of them would look out and see her.

"Do it," Li Lijie commanded.

Wu Yuming's fingers found the buttons of her blouse. She worked slowly, deliberately, as if each button were a negotiation. The blouse fell open, and she shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the ground. Her skirt followed, then her undergarments, each piece falling away like armor she could no longer afford.

The morning air bit into her skin, raising goosebumps across her arms and thighs. She stood naked in the middle of the playground, the laundry basket at her feet, the clotheslines stretching before her like empty canvases waiting to be filled.

"Start with the sheets," Li Lijie said, her camera already clicking. "They're the heaviest. It's good exercise."

Wu Yuming bent down—she could feel Li Lijie's eyes on her, could hear the camera's shutter capturing the moment—and pulled out a damp sheet. It was heavy and cold, and it took all her strength to lift it above her head and drape it over the line. She smoothed it flat, her hands moving over the fabric with practiced efficiency, trying to ignore the way her body was on display.

From the school building, she heard a window slide open. Then another. Young voices, trying to whisper but failing.

"Look, it's Teacher Wu!"

"Why is she naked?"

"Is she doing some kind of punishment?"

Wu Yuming's face burned, but she kept working. Another sheet. Another. Each one required her to reach up, stretching her body out, her breasts lifting, her back arching. The camera kept clicking.

Li Lijie circled her like a shark, moving closer for detail shots. "The students are watching, Teacher Wu. Wave to them."

"No," Wu Yuming said, the word escaping before she could stop it.

Li Lijie's hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of Wu Yuming's hair, yanking her head back. "I said wave to them."

Wu Yuming's hand rose in a jerky motion, a pathetic imitation of a friendly greeting. From the windows, she heard laughter.

"That's better," Li Lijie said, releasing her grip. "Now continue."

The sheets were all hung now, flapping in the breeze like surrender flags. Wu Yuming moved on to the pillowcases, smaller and easier to handle. She was almost done when she heard footsteps behind her.

"Vice Principal Li, what's going on here?"

The voice belonged to the village chief. Wu Yuming couldn't turn around—she couldn't bear to see his face, to see what expression he wore as he looked at her naked body.

"Quality inspection, Village Chief," Li Lijie said smoothly. "Teacher Wu has been neglecting her duties around the school. I thought a little demonstration would help her understand the importance of proper maintenance."

The village chief made a sound—half chuckle, half grunt. "That seems... thorough."

"Thoroughness is what we strive for here in Xiyang Village," Li Lijie replied. "Would you like to inspect the laundry yourself? Make sure it's up to standards?"

Wu Yuming's heart stopped. She could feel the village chief's eyes on her, crawling over her skin like insects.

"I think I'll pass," he said finally. "But let me know if you need any... supplies. For future inspections."

"Always so generous, Village Chief."

His footsteps retreated, and Wu Yuming allowed herself to breathe again. She finished hanging the last pillowcase and stood there, naked, waiting for permission to leave.

"Not yet," Li Lijie said, as if reading her thoughts. "The students are on their first break soon. I want you to stand here until the bell rings."

"Why?"

"Because I said so." Li Lijie stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And because if you don't, I'll send that video to your father. Imagine what he would think, seeing his perfect little princess spread out like a whore on the internet."

Wu Yuming's knees buckled, and she caught herself on the clothesline. The line swayed, and one of the pillowcases fell to the ground, landing in a dirty puddle.

"Clean that up," Li Lijie said. "And put it back on the line."

She didn't have time. The bell rang, and the doors burst open, and children flooded into the playground. Dozens of them. Hundreds. They stopped when they saw her, a wave of shock moving through the crowd.

Then the pointing started.

"Look at her!"

"Teacher Wu is naked!"

"My mom said she's been bad, that's why she has to do this."

"What did she do?"

"I don't know, but my dad said she's a slut."

The words hit her like stones, each one leaving a bruise. Wu Yuming picked up the dirty pillowcase and wrung it out, then hung it back on the line. Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely clip the pins.

"She's crying," someone said.

"Teacher Wu is crying!"

The laughter that followed was worse than the insults. It was the sound of children learning cruelty, practicing it on her like she was a lab rat.

The break lasted fifteen minutes. For all fifteen, Wu Yuming stood by the clothesline, naked, while the students circled her like vultures. Some of the older boys made crude gestures. Some of the girls whispered behind their hands. A few of the younger children just stared, confused and frightened.

When the bell finally rang and they filed back inside, Wu Yuming's legs gave out. She sank to the ground, her knees scraping against the asphalt, and she cried. Great, heaving sobs that tore through her chest like broken glass.

Li Lijie walked over and stood above her, a dark silhouette against the morning sun. "You did well today," she said. "Get dressed. You have a class to teach in twenty minutes."

The second humiliation came at lunch.

Wu Yuming was in her classroom, trying to eat the simple meal she had brought from home—a bowl of noodles that had long gone cold. She had managed to get dressed after the playground incident, but she felt like the clothes were painted on, a costume that fooled no one.

Li Lijie had assigned her a new task: lunch duty in the schoolyard. Wu Yuming had to stand at the designated spot, a small concrete square near the entrance to the cafeteria, and make sure the students didn't run or push or cause trouble.

She had done this duty before, hundreds of times. It was boring, routine, unremarkable.

But today was different.

"The skirt," Li Lijie had said before she left the office. "Hike it up. All the way. I want to see your thighs."

"You can't be serious."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Wu Yuming had complied, her fingers numb as she gathered the fabric of her skirt and lifted it until it bunched around her waist. Her bare thighs were exposed, and between them, the dark patch of her pubic hair.

"Higher," Li Lijie had commanded. "I said all the way."

She had lifted the skirt higher, until her genitals were fully exposed to the air, to the eyes of anyone who walked by.

"You'll stand there for the entire lunch period," Li Lijie had said. "If anyone asks, tell them you're airing out a rash. Doctor's orders."

Now Wu Yuming stood at her post, her skirt raised, her sex on display for every student, parent, and villager who passed by. The cafeteria doors were open, and she could see the students eating their lunches, some of them pointing at her, some of them laughing.

A group of mothers walked by, carrying trays of food for their children. They stopped when they saw her.

"Is that Teacher Wu?"

"What in heaven's name is she doing?"

"Look at her, showing everything off like some common whore."

"It's a disgrace, that's what it is."

One of the mothers, a stout woman with a face like a clenched fist, marched up to Wu Yuming. "What do you think you're doing? There are children here!"

"Doctor's orders," Wu Yuming said mechanically. "Airing out a rash."

The woman's face reddened. "A rash! You call that a rash? That's indecent exposure, that is! I should call the police!"

"Please, Ma'am, it's fine. It's just temporary."

"Temporary? My son is in there, eating his lunch! He doesn't need to see his teacher's private parts!"

Other mothers joined in, their voices rising in a chorus of outrage. Wu Yuming stood frozen, her eyes fixed on a point in the distance, trying to will herself into invisibility.

Then Li Lijie appeared, striding across the schoolyard with the authority of a general entering a conquered city. "What seems to be the problem here?"

The mothers turned to her, their voices overlapping. Li Lijie listened, nodding, making comforting noises. When they had finished, she held up her hands.

"I understand your concerns," she said, her voice honeyed and false. "Teacher Wu has been suffering from a severe allergic reaction. The doctors have prescribed this treatment—exposure to air helps the rash heal faster. It's unconventional, I know, but it's medically necessary."

"Makes sense when you put it like that," one of the mothers said, her tone softening.

"It's just for a few days," Li Lijie continued. "Then everything will go back to normal."

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The morning sun cast long shadows across the cracked concrete of the schoolyard as Wu Yuming walked toward the main building, her heels clicking an uneven rhythm against the ground. Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched the stack of textbooks to her chest, each breath coming shorter than the last. The note from Li Lijie had been taped to her door at dawn, the words burned into her memory: "Prepare for today's lesson. You will teach exactly as instructed. Remember the video."

She paused at the entrance, the familiar smell of chalk dust and cheap cleaning fluid doing nothing to calm the storm in her stomach. Children's laughter echoed from the playground, innocent and carefree, a stark contrast to the darkness that was about to unfold.

"Teacher Wu!" A young girl's voice called out, snapping her from her thoughts. Xiao Mei ran up to her, her pigtails bouncing, her face bright with the simple joy of morning greetings.

Wu Yuming forced a smile, the muscles in her cheeks feeling foreign and stiff. "Good morning, Xiao Mei. Have you finished your homework?"

"Yes, Teacher Wu! I stayed up late to finish it, just like you said." The girl beamed, and for a moment, Wu Yuming felt a flicker of warmth, a reminder of why she had chosen this path, why she had wanted to bring light to these children's lives.

"Good girl. Now go to your classroom. I'll be there soon." She watched Xiao Mei skip away, her small frame disappearing around the corner. Wu Yuming's smile faded as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by the cold weight of dread.

She turned toward the administrative wing, her legs moving on their own accord, carrying her toward the office of the vice-principal. The corridors were empty at this hour, the first bell not yet rung, and her footsteps echoed off the walls like a countdown to doom.

Li Lijie's office was at the end of the hall, its door slightly ajar, a sliver of light cutting across the dusty floor. Wu Yuming raised her hand to knock, but before her knuckles could make contact, the door swung open.

"Ah, Teacher Wu. Right on time." Li Lijie's voice was honeyed, dripping with false sweetness that made Wu Yuming's skin crawl. The vice-principal sat behind her desk, her bulk spilling over the edges of the chair, a plate of pastries sitting untouched before her.

"I received your note," Wu Yuming said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Li Lijie motioned for her to enter, and Wu Yuming stepped inside, closing the door behind her. The room smelled of stale perfume and something else, something sour that clung to the corners.

"You know what to do today," Li Lijie said, leaning forward, her beady eyes glinting with perverse amusement. "I've rearranged your schedule. You'll be teaching the sixth-grade biology class. Topic: human anatomy and reproduction."

Wu Yuming's blood ran cold. "Please, Vice-Principal Li. The children, they're too young for such detailed... such explicit material."

"Nonsense." Li Lijie waved a dismissive hand. "They're at the age where they need to understand their bodies. And who better to teach them than our beautiful Teacher Wu?" She paused, letting the words hang in the air. "You will teach them everything. In full detail. With visual demonstrations."

"Visual demonstrations?" Wu Yuming's voice cracked.

"Yes. You will remove your clothing. All of it. And you will explain the functions of each part of your body as you touch them. The male students, in particular, need to understand the female anatomy." Li Lijie spoke as if ordering lunch, her tone casual and cruel.

"Vice-Principal Li, this is madness. I can't—"

"You can, and you will." Li Lijie's eyes turned hard, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Unless you'd like the entire village to see what you did with Wu Dazhu in the supply closet last week. I have the footage. I have the angles. I have the audio." She smiled, a grotesque expression that showed too many teeth. "Think of your reputation. Think of your family. Think of everything you'll lose."

Wu Yuming felt tears prick at her eyes, but she fought them back. She had no choice. Every path led to the same destination, a cliff from which she was being forced to jump. "And what about you? Why are you doing this?"

Li Lijie's smile widened, her chair creaking as she shifted her weight. "Because, my dear Wu Yuming, I find it entertaining. I've spent my entire life watching beautiful, privileged women like you get everything handed to them. Your family's money. Your position here. Your looks. Your youth. And now, I get to watch you fall." She picked up a pastry, taking a bite, crumbs falling onto her ample bosom. "Consider it my retirement gift to myself."

Wu Yuming stood frozen, her mind racing for any escape, any loophole, any miracle that might save her from what was coming. But there was nothing. Only the cold reality of her situation and the ticking clock that marched inexorably toward destruction.

"The first bell will ring in ten minutes," Li Lijie said, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "I suggest you prepare yourself. I'll be observing from the back of the room, along with a few select guests." She winked, and Wu Yuming felt a chill run down her spine.

She left the office without another word, her footsteps heavy as lead. The corridor stretched before her like a tunnel to hell, each step bringing her closer to the moment of no return. She passed the classrooms, the familiar posters of multiplication tables and the alphabet seeming to mock her.

The sixth-grade classroom was on the second floor, at the end of a long hallway. She opened the door slowly, the hinges groaning in protest. The room was empty at this hour, the desks arranged in neat rows, the chalkboard clean and waiting.

Wu Yuming walked to the front, placing her textbooks on the teacher's desk. Her hand brushed against the wooden surface, and she remembered her first day here, the hope and optimism that had filled her heart. She had wanted to make a difference, to inspire these children to reach for the stars.

Now she would be teaching them to reach for her body.

She heard voices approaching, the chatter of students making their way to class. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears, each beat a thunderclap of fear. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but her hands continued to shake.

The door burst open, and the students flooded in, their laughter and conversation filling the room. They took their seats, some glancing at her with curiosity, others too engrossed in their own discussions to notice her distress.

"Good morning, class," she said, her voice sounding hollow and distant to her own ears.

"Good morning, Teacher Wu!" They chorused, a cheerful greeting that cut through her like a knife.

As the students settled, she noticed Li Lijie enter through the back door, followed by two men she didn't recognize. They took seats in the back row, their eyes fixed on her with predatory intensity. The vice-principal smiled and nodded, a silent command that brooked no disobedience.

Wu Yuming's throat went dry. She turned to the chalkboard, picking up a piece of chalk, her fingers leaving sweaty marks on its surface. "Today, we will be discussing... human biology. Specifically, the anatomy and physiology of the human body."

A boy in the front row raised his hand. His name was Wang Lei, a bright student with eyes that were always full of questions. "Teacher Wu, are we going to use the diagrams in the textbook?"

"No," she said, her voice barely holding steady. "We will be using... a different teaching method."

The students exchanged glances, confusion and curiosity flickering across their faces. Li Lijie cleared her throat loudly from the back, a pointed reminder.

Wu Yuming felt the walls closing in around her. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to find the strength to do what must be done. When she opened them, she saw the faces of the children, innocent and trusting, looking to her for guidance.

"Today's lesson will require... a live demonstration," she said, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. "I will be using my own body to illustrate the concepts we're discussing."

A murmur rippled through the classroom. Some of the older boys snickered, while the girls looked uncomfortable, shifting in their seats.

"Teacher Wu, what do you mean?" Xiao Mei asked, her brow furrowed with worry.

Wu Yuming couldn't meet her eyes. She turned to face the chalkboard, her back to the students, and reached for the buttons of her blouse. Her fingers were clumsy, trembling so badly that she could barely undo them. One by one, the buttons came undone, revealing the pale skin of her torso.

"Teacher Wu, what are you doing?" Another voice called out, this one tinged with alarm.

She didn't answer. She let the blouse fall from her shoulders, the fabric pooling at her feet. Then she reached for the clasp of her skirt, the zipper descending with a sound that seemed deafening in the silent classroom.

"You will note that the female body has certain... characteristics," she said, her voice robotic, detached, as if she were narrating someone else's degradation. "The breasts, for example, are composed of fatty tissue and serve the function of milk production for infants."

She turned around, her nude body exposed to the classroom of open-mouthed children. Her arms instinctively crossed over her chest, but a sharp cough from Li Lijie made her drop them to her sides.

"Teacher Wu, why are you naked?" One of the younger students asked, his voice quivering with confusion.

"This is a... demonstration," she repeated. "So that you can better understand the material."

The boys in the back were barely containing their laughter, their eyes roving over her body with a shock that was slowly turning into something more knowing. The girls had gone pale, some covering their eyes, others staring in disbelief.

"Come now, Teacher Wu," Li Lijie called from the back, her voice dripping with false encouragement. "Don't be shy. Explain the function of each part. The children are here to learn."

Wu Yuming swallowed hard, hate burning in her chest for the woman who had orchestrated this humiliation. But the threat of the video hung over her like a guillotine blade, and she was powerless to resist.

"These... these are the breasts," she said, her hand rising to cup one of them, the touch feeling foreign and wrong. "They are sensitive to touch, and they produce milk after childbirth."

"Touch the nipple," Li Lijie commanded. "Show them how it responds."

Wu Yuming closed her eyes, tears threatening to spill. She pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, feeling it harden under her touch. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she heard the snickering from the back grow louder.

"Good. Now continue. Explain the reproductive organs," Li Lijie's voice was relentless.

She moved her hand down her body, past her stomach, her fingers grazing the hair between her legs. "The vagina is the passage through which childbirth occurs," she said, her voice cracking. "It is also where... where sexual intercourse takes place."

"Spread your legs," Li Lijie said. "Show them the labia. The clitoris."

Wu Yuming's legs felt like they were made of jelly. She complied, parting them slightly, her hand reaching down to touch the folds of skin. The room was silent, but she could feel the weight of every pair of eyes on her, could hear the heavy breathing of the boys who were watching with newfound understanding.

"Touch yourself," Li Lijie said, her voice dropping to a purr. "Show them how it feels."

"But Vice-Principal Li, this is—"

"DO IT."

Wu Yuming began to touch herself, her fingers mechanical, her mind trying to float away from her body. She heard Xiao Mei crying softly in the front row, and the sound shattered what was left of her heart. She was betraying them, these children who trusted her, and she couldn't stop.

Her body, traitor that it was, began to respond to her touch. Wa

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The morning light filtered through the dusty windows of the village school, casting long shadows across the empty classroom. Wu Yuming stood at the front, her hands trembling slightly as she arranged the materials on the desk. The past weeks had blurred into a nightmare of degradation, each day worse than the last, yet she found herself here again, answering Li Lijie's summons like a puppet on strings.

The door creaked open, and Li Lijie waddled in, her bulk filling the doorway. A cruel smile played on her lips as she surveyed the room. "Good, you're early. Today is a very special day, Teacher Wu."

Wu Yuming's stomach clenched. "What do you mean?"

"You've been such an excellent model for our little experiments," Li Lijie said, circling her like a predator. "But it's time to expand your educational role. The village school needs sex education materials. Real, practical materials."

"What are you saying?"

Li Lijie pulled out a worn textbook, its pages yellowed and dog-eared. "The curriculum requires live demonstrations. And you, my dear Wu Yuming, are going to be our teaching aid. The students will learn anatomy directly from your body."

The words hung in the air like poison. Wu Yuming shook her head, backing away until her shoulders hit the blackboard. "No. I won't. This is—"

"Voluntary, of course," Li Lijie interrupted, pulling out her phone. A video began playing—Wu Yuming's contorted face, her moans filling the small space. The recording from the first time she had been forced to touch herself while Li Lijie watched. "Unless you'd prefer this to be shown at the village meeting tonight? To your father's associates? To your students' parents?"

Wu Yuming's legs gave out. She slid down the blackboard, her white dress pooling around her knees. The fight drained from her body like water from a cracked vessel.

"I thought so." Li Lijie clapped her hands twice. The door opened, and a group of students filed in—boys and girls ranging from sixteen to eighteen, their faces a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. They took their seats in neat rows, notebooks open, pencils ready.

Wu Yuming recognized some of them. Chen Wei, the quiet boy from her English class. Li Na, the girl who always asked questions after school. Sun Hao, who had once written her a thank-you note for helping him with his studies. Their eyes met hers, then darted away.

"For today's lesson," Li Lijie announced, her voice carrying the authority of the classroom, "we will study the female reproductive system and sexual response. Our volunteer, Teacher Wu, has graciously agreed to demonstrate."

A murmur rippled through the students. Some shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Others leaned forward with barely concealed excitement.

"Teacher Wu, if you would please undress and assume the demonstration position on the desk."

Wu Yuming's hands moved as if possessed. Her fingers unbuttoned her dress with mechanical precision, each button a small death. The dress fell to her waist, then to the floor. She stepped out of it, standing in her undergarments before the watching eyes.

"All of it," Li Lijie said softly. "The lesson requires full exposure."

The bra strap slid down her shoulder. The underwear pooled at her ankles. She was naked, completely exposed, her body on display like a specimen in a jar. Her arms crossed over her chest instinctively.

"Hands at your sides, Teacher Wu. The students need to see everything."

Slowly, she lowered her arms. The classroom was silent except for the scratching of pencils. Some students were taking notes. Others stared openly, their young eyes cataloging every curve and shadow.

"Now, please lie back on the desk. Spread your legs and bend your knees. We need proper access for the demonstration."

The wood was cold against her bare skin. She stared at the ceiling, at a water stain that looked like a crying face, as she positioned herself according to Li Lijie's commands. Her thighs trembled as they fell open, exposing her most intimate parts to the classroom.

"Excellent. First, we will examine the external genitalia. Come closer, students, don't be shy. This is a learning opportunity."

The students rose from their seats, forming a semicircle around the desk. Wu Yuming felt their gazes like physical touches, crawling over her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, but that only made her more aware of her exposed position.

"Teacher Wu, please touch yourself. Show the students how to stimulate the clitoris."

Her hand refused to move. It lay limp at her side, heavy as lead.

"Now, Teacher Wu. Or I show the video."

The threat broke her resistance. Her hand crept down her body, past her stomach, between her thighs. Her fingers found the familiar spot, and she began to move them in the circles Li Lijie had taught her.

"Describe what you're feeling."

"I feel..." Her voice cracked. "I feel... pleasure building. A warmth in my groin."

"Louder, Teacher Wu. The students in the back can't hear."

"I feel warmth," she repeated, her voice stronger but hollow. "Pressure. A pulsing sensation."

Li Lijie walked among the students, pointing at Wu Yuming's body like a museum guide. "Notice the engorgement of the labia. The increased blood flow. This is the first stage of arousal."

Wu Yuming's fingers moved faster, shame and something darker intertwining in her gut. The pleasure was real, undeniable, rising like a tide despite everything. Her hips began to rock against her own hand.

"Now, students," Li Lijie continued, "Teacher Wu is approaching climax. Observe the changes in her breathing, her skin flush, her muscle tension."

The students leaned closer. Wu Yuming could smell them—soap, sweat, the faint floral scent of cheap shampoo. Their breath fell on her spread thighs. She was crying now, tears sliding down her temples into her hair.

"May I touch her?" It was Chen Wei's voice, hesitant but curious.

"Of course," Li Lijie said. "This is a practical lesson. Teacher Wu needs our help to achieve the desired educational outcome."

A hand touched her inner thigh. Young, slightly calloused fingers. They traced upward, trembling, until they met her own moving hand.

"Guide him," Li Lijie instructed. "Show him the rhythm."

Wu Yuming's hand closed around Chen Wei's wrist. She directed his fingers to her clitoris, showed him the pressure, the speed, the circular motion. His breath caught as he felt her respond.

"Now insert a finger," Li Lijie said. "Gently. The vagina is a muscle. It must be entered with care."

Chen Wei's finger pushed into her, and Wu Yuming gasped. It was nothing like Wu Dazhu's brutal invasions or Li Lijie's clinical probes. It was hesitant, exploratory, almost tender. Her body responded, clenching around him.

"Another student. Two fingers, side by side."

Li Na stepped forward. Her fingers were slender, her nails short and clean. She watched intently as she added her digits to Chen Wei's, sliding into Wu Yuming's wetness.

"Now apply manual stimulation to the clitoris while the fingers move inside. Yes, like that. Circular motion on the outside, thrusting motion inside."

Wu Yuming's world narrowed to the sensation of young hands exploring her body. The shame was still there, burning in her chest, but it mixed with something else—a strange pride in her own desirability, a dark thrill at being the center of attention. The students' faces swam above her, their expressions ranging from clinical detachment to barely concealed arousal.

"Teacher Wu is reaching the plateau phase," Li Lijie narrated. "Her breathing is rapid, her heart rate elevated. The glans of the clitoris is retracting under the hood, a sign of imminent orgasm."

Wu Yuming heard herself moaning. The sound was distant, as if coming from someone else. Her hips bucked against the hands inside her, seeking more friction, deeper penetration. She had stopped crying. Her eyes were open now, watching the students watch her.

"Faster," she heard herself say. The word escaped before she could stop it. "Please, faster."

Li Lijie laughed, a low, satisfied sound. "Ah, our volunteer is becoming enthusiastic. This is an important teaching moment. Notice how the subject's psychological resistance breaks down in the face of overwhelming physical stimulation. The brain rationalizes submission as participation."

Wu Yuming wanted to argue, to deny it, but the pleasure was building to a peak she couldn't escape. The fingers inside her moved in perfect synchronization, young hands learning quickly, guided by her body's responses.

"I'm going to..." she started.

"Climax, Teacher Wu. The word is climax. Teach your students properly."

"I'm going to climax," she gasped, and the word broke something inside her. She came with a cry that echoed off the classroom walls, her body arching off the desk, her inner muscles contracting around the invading fingers.

The students pulled back, their hands wet with her. Some looked proud, as if they had passed a test. Others looked disturbed, avoiding eye contact. One boy was visibly erect through his cheap trousers, not even trying to hide it.

"Very good," Li Lijie said, writing something in her notebook. "Now, let's move to the next phase of the lesson. Partner demonstrations. Students, form pairs. Teacher Wu will serve as the teaching aid for each group."

The next hour was a blur of hands, mouths, and occasionally instruments—plastic speculums, lubricated probes, diagrams that they traced directly onto her skin. Each session followed the same pattern: initial hesitation, clinical detachment, growing interest, and finally, a dark eagerness that mirrored Wu Yuming's own descent.

By the third group, her body had become a machine of response. Touch her here, she moaned. Stroke her there, she arched. Insert two fingers, she climaxed. It was Pavlovian, automatic, stripped of all meaning except the raw physical reaction.

"Teacher Wu is a natural," Li Lijie commented to the class. "She has learned to separate her emotional self from her physical responses. This is a valuable skill for sex educators."

When the class ended, the students filed out with their notebooks full of observations. Some nodded politely to Wu Yuming, still spread open on the desk, her body glistening with sweat and fluids. Others avoided her gaze, rushing out into the afternoon sunlight.

The door closed, and Wu Yuming was alone with Li Lijie.

"Get dressed," Li Lijie said, her voice flat and businesslike. "You have your afternoon classes to teach."

Wu Yuming sat up slowly. Her muscles ached. Her thighs were sticky. Her mind felt like it was floating somewhere above her body, disconnected, observing from a great distance.

"How did I do?" she heard herself ask. The question came out before she could think about it.

Li Lijie paused, turning back. "You did wonderfully, Teacher Wu. You are an excellent educator. I will schedule additional sessions. The students have much more to learn."

Wu Yuming nodded, her hands reaching for her underwear. As she slid the dress over her head, she realized something that should have horrified her but didn't: she was already looking forward to the next session. The attention, the focus, the way young hands had touched her with something approaching reverence—it filled a void she hadn't known existed.

She walked to her afternoon class on autopilot, her lesson plans forgotten. The students stared at her as she entered, whispers spreading through the room. She knew word would spread. The whole village would know soon enough. But the shame had burned out, leaving only a strange, hollow acceptance.

"Open your textbooks to page forty-two," she said, her voice steady. "Today we'll continue with conjugations."

As she wrote on the blackboard, she caught her reflection in the window. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. She looked alive in a way she hadn't in months.

When class ended, she walked home through the dusty streets. Wu Dazhu was waiting for

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The afternoon sun beat down on the village square like a merciless eye, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. The iron bell at the center had rung fifteen minutes ago, and now nearly every villager had gathered, their faces a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Children darted between the legs of adults, while the elderly sat on wooden benches brought from their homes, fanning themselves with palm leaves.

Li Lijie stood on the raised platform that usually served as the stage for village festivals, her massive frame dominating the space. She wore a floral dress that strained at the seams, and her small eyes glistened with barely concealed satisfaction. Beside her, the village chief sat in a bamboo chair, his weathered hands resting on a walking stick, his face an unreadable mask of authority.

"Quiet down!" Li Lijie's voice cut through the murmuring crowd like a blade. "I've gathered you all here today for a matter of utmost importance to our village's moral integrity."

The villagers fell silent, their attention fixed on the vice-principal. Some exchanged knowing glances, having heard rumors of what was to come. The heat seemed to intensify, pressing down on the assembled crowd like a physical weight.

From behind the stage, two men emerged, gripping the arms of a figure whose head hung low. Wu Yuming's white dress was rumpled and stained, her normally immaculate hair hanging in tangled strands around her face. Her wrists were bound with rough hemp rope, and her bare feet left tracks in the dust as she was pushed forward.

"Look at her!" Li Lijie pointed a pudgy finger at the young teacher. "This woman who pretended to be so pure, so virtuous, standing before you as a sinner exposed!"

Wu Yuming's shoulders shook, but no sound escaped her lips. She had cried so much over the past three days that her tear ducts felt empty, hollowed out like the core of a rotten fruit. The memories of that morning surfaced unbidden—the taste of grit and shame as she knelt in the dirt of Li Lijie's garden, the sting of her palms as she scrubbed stones until they bled.

"Tell them!" Li Lijie's voice whipped through the air. "Tell them what kind of woman you really are!"

Wu Yuming raised her head slowly, her eyes meeting the sea of familiar faces. Old Mrs. Zhang, who always bought her vegetables from her stall at the market. Xiao Ming's mother, who had thanked her just last week for tutoring her son. The baker who always gave her an extra bun with her morning purchase.

"I..." Her voice cracked, barely a whisper.

"Louder!" Li Lijie stepped closer, her shadow falling over Wu Yuming like a dark cloud. "The village deserves to hear your confession!"

Wu Yuming's knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the dusty stage. The impact sent a jolt of pain through her joints, but she barely registered it. All she could feel was the weight of hundreds of eyes upon her, judging her, condemning her.

"I am..." Each word felt like shards of glass scraping her throat. "I am a woman of loose morals. I have brought shame to this village. I have defiled the honor of our community."

A murmur rippled through the crowd. Someone laughed—a harsh, ugly sound that cut through the afternoon air. Wu Dazhu stood near the front, his yellow teeth bared in a grin, his greedy eyes roaming over Wu Yuming's bent form.

"And what do you deserve?" Li Lijie prompted, her voice almost gentle now, a predator toying with its prey.

"I deserve..." Wu Yuming's hands clenched in her lap, her fingernails digging into her palms. The USB drive was hidden in her bra, pressing against her skin like a brand. She had tried to destroy it the first night, but Li Lijie's words echoed in her mind: "If this evidence goes missing, I have copies. And I'll make sure your father knows how his precious daughter disgraced herself."

"Say it!" Li Lijie's patience snapped. She grabbed a handful of Wu Yuming's hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to face the crowd. "Say what you are!"

"I am a whore!" The words tore from Wu Yuming's throat, raw and broken. "I am a slut who deserves no respect! I am filth that should be scrubbed from this village!"

Tears streamed down her face, but she no longer cared. Something inside her had shattered, some fundamental piece of her identity that she had carried since childhood. The good girl, the excellent student, the devoted teacher, the dutiful daughter—all of it meant nothing now.

The villagers erupted. Some clapped, some laughed, others simply stared with cold, judgmental eyes. A few looked away, uncomfortable with the spectacle, but most drank in the humiliation like parched earth receiving rain.

Wu Dazhu pushed his way through the crowd and climbed onto the stage, his presence making Wu Yuming flinch. "I knew she was no good!" he announced, spitting to the side. "Always walking around like she was better than us! Look at her now!"

"Indeed," Li Lijie released Wu Yuming's hair and stepped back, her hands folded primly over her stomach. "This woman has confessed her sins before the entire village. Now she must make amends."

The village chief rose from his chair, his joints creaking. He walked slowly to the edge of the platform, his walking stick tapping a steady rhythm. "What amends do you propose, Vice-Principal Li?"

"I propose," Li Lijie said, her voice carrying to every corner of the square, "that Wu Yuming be made a public servant to our village. Let her labor for those she has offended. Let her wash the feet of the elderly, clean the homes of the infirm, serve the meals at every gathering. Let her be a slave to the community she has dishonored!"

A cheer went up from the crowd. The children, not understanding the gravity of what they celebrated, clapped along with their parents. The elderly on their benches nodded their approval, their wrinkled faces creased with satisfaction.

"And," Li Lijie continued, her eyes glittering with malevolence, "let her be married. A woman of such... appetites needs a husband to keep her in line. I propose Wu Dazhu, our most upstanding bachelor, as her groom."

The laughter that followed was deafening. Someone shouted, "About time that fool got a wife!" Another voice called out, "She needs a real man to tame her!" Wu Dazhu puffed out his chest, his hands on his hips, looking like a rooster that had just caught a particularly fat worm.

Wu Yuming's world narrowed to a single point of light, everything else fading into darkness. She had known this would happen, had braced herself for it, but hearing the words spoken aloud made it horrifyingly real. Wu Dazhu. The man who picked his teeth in public and never washed his hands after using the outhouse. The man who had propositioned her twice before, each time receiving a firm rejection that he now surely relished paying back.

"I accept!" Wu Dazhu declared, his voice dripping with false magnanimity. "I'll take this fallen woman as my wife, to save her from further sin!"

The village chief raised his hand, and silence fell. "This is a serious matter," he said slowly, his eyes sweeping over the crowd. "Are we all in agreement? Does Wu Yuming herself agree to this penance?"

Every eye turned to the kneeling woman. The heat pressed down, suffocating. A fly landed on her cheek, and she didn't even twitch to brush it away.

"Wu Yuming," the village chief prompted. "Do you accept this punishment?"

Her lips moved, but no sound came out. The USB drive burned against her skin, a constant reminder of the power Li Lijie held over her. Her father's face flashed in her mind—his disappointment, his shame, the way he would look at her if he ever saw what was on that footage.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Speak up!"

"Yes!" The word exploded from her chest, carrying all her pain, her rage, her despair. "I accept! I accept all of it! I will be this village's slave! I will marry Wu Dazhu! I will scrub your floors and wash your feet and—"

Her voice broke, dissolving into sobs that wracked her entire body. The crowd watched, some with pity, most with satisfaction. This was justice, they thought. This was how order was maintained. The arrogant city woman who had come to their village and pretended to be better than them was finally getting what she deserved.

Li Lijie descended from the stage, her steps surprisingly light for her bulk. She approached Wu Yuming and knelt beside her, her mouth close to the younger woman's ear.

"You did well," she murmured, her breath hot against Wu Yuming's skin. "But remember, this is just the beginning. There's much more penance to be paid."

Wu Yuming's tears fell faster, dropping onto the dusty stage like offerings to an unforgiving god. She wanted to scream, to fight, to claw Li Lijie's eyes out, but she was trapped in this nightmare, unable to wake up.

The village chief clapped his hands. "Then it's settled! We'll prepare the wedding for this weekend. Wu Yuming will begin her service tomorrow morning. Let this be a lesson to all—those who defile our village's honor will face our judgment!"

The crowd began to disperse, satisfied with the spectacle they had witnessed. Some approached the stage to get a closer look at the broken woman, their eyes filled with crude curiosity. Others muttered among themselves, discussing the scandal and its resolution.

Wu Dazhu remained on stage, watching his future wife with undisguised lust. "Get used to kneeling," he said, his voice low and threatening. "You'll be doing a lot of that from now on."

He reached down and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "And don't think you can run. I'll chain you to the bed if I have to. That's what you want, isn't it? A real man to control you?"

Wu Yuming said nothing. She simply stared at him, her eyes empty, her soul already somewhere far away.

Li Lijie lingered at the edge of the square, watching the proceedings with a satisfied smile. This was better than she had hoped. The little princess who had always looked down on her, who had been given everything while she had to claw for scraps, was finally in her place. And she would stay there, under Li Lijie's thumb, for as long as the vice-principal wished.

The sun began to set, casting long golden rays across the village. The bell at the center of the square stilled, no longer ringing. The children had returned to their games, the elderly to their homes, the adults to their evening routines. Only Wu Yuming remained on the stage, her white dress stained with dust and tears, her hands still bound, her future sealed.

And in the shadows, Wu Dazhu watched, already planning the wedding night.

The afternoon sun cast long shadows through the dusty windows of the village meeting hall, illuminating motes of dust that swirled lazily in the stagnant air. Wu Yuming sat in a wooden chair that creaked beneath her weight, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, knuckles white with tension. The building smelled of mildew and old paper, a fitting backdrop for the degradation that awaited her.

Li Lijie stood before her, a grotesque silhouette against the light, her massive frame blocking any hope of escape. In her hands, she held a garment of such vulgar design that Wu Yuming felt her stomach lurch just looking at it. The wedding dress was white, traditionally pure, but its construction was anything but virtuous. The bodice was cut so low that it would barely cover her nipples, and the skirt was slit to the hip on both sides, revealing everything beneath.

"This is what you'll wear," Li Lijie said, her voice dripping with malicious pleasure. "The village tailor worked day and night on it. He was quite inspired, I must say."

Wu Yuming stared at the dress, her mind racing for any argument that might sway the vice principal. "This is too revealing," she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. "People will see everything."

"That's rather the point, dear teacher." Li Lijie chuckled, a wet, guttural sound that made Wu Yuming's skin crawl. "Wu Dazhu has requested that all of his guests see exactly what he's getting. And he's paid handsomely for the privilege."

"Please," Wu Yuming begged, rising from her chair. "I'll do anything else. Just don't make me wear this in public."

Li Lijie's face hardened, her eyes narrowing into cruel slits. "Anything else? You've already agreed to marry the village's most despicable bachelor. You've already agreed to let him do whatever he wishes with your body. What's a little exposure compared to that?" She stepped closer, her breath hot and sour on Wu Yuming's face. "Or would you prefer I release the videos to your students, your colleagues, your precious family? I'm sure they'd love to see their perfect angel in such compromising positions."

Wu Yuming flinched as if struck. The videos. Always the videos. Those recordings of her moments of weakness, her first hesitant steps into depravity that Li Lijie had orchestrated and captured. They were the chains that bound her to this fate.

"Take off your clothes," Li Lijie ordered, tossing the dress at Wu Yuming. It landed on the floor in a pool of white fabric. "Put it on. I want to see how it fits."

With trembling hands, Wu Yuming picked up the dress. Her fingers brushed against the cheap fabric, and she could feel the rough stitching, the deliberate placement of each revealing cut. She turned her back to Li Lijie and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall to the ground. Her skirt followed, then her undergarments, until she stood naked in the dusty hall, exposed and vulnerable.

The dress slid over her body like a second skin, and she felt the cool air immediately on her breasts, her thighs, the curve of her buttocks. It left almost nothing to the imagination. When she turned around, Li Lijie's eyes roamed over her with predatory satisfaction.

"Perfect," the vice principal breathed. "Wu Dazhu will be most pleased. But we need to make sure you know how to move in it. How to present yourself."

Li Lijie circled Wu Yuming like a vulture, her eyes cataloging every inch of exposed flesh. "You're a teacher, aren't you? You know how to perform. This is just another lesson, another presentation. But instead of teaching multiplication tables, you'll be teaching these villagers exactly what depravity looks like." She laughed again. "Now, walk for me. Put some sway in your hips. Make sure they see everything."

Wu Yuming took a hesitant step, her legs shaking. The slit opened, revealing her entire leg up to the hip. She took another step, trying to maintain some dignity, but the dress fought against her.

"More," Li Lijie commanded. "Imagine you're trying to seduce Wu Dazhu. Imagine you want nothing more than to have him inside you."

The words made Wu Yuming's stomach turn, but she forced herself to comply. She swayed her hips, feeling the fabric shift against her skin. Each movement exposed more of her body, and she could feel Li Lijie's gaze burning into her.

"Good," Li Lijie said. "Now stop and turn. Bend over as if you're picking something up."

Wu Yuming bent at the waist, and the dress rode up, exposing her completely from behind. She heard Li Lijie's heavy breathing and knew the vice principal was enjoying this degradation far too much.

"You're a natural," Li Lijie said. "All those years of pretending to be pure, and look at you now. A whore in white."

After an hour of this torture, Li Lijie finally seemed satisfied. "We need to contact your family," she said, pulling out her phone. "They need to know about your engagement. And they need to see the real you."

Wu Yuming's blood ran cold. "No," she said. "Please. Not my family."

"Especially your family," Li Lijie said. "Your mother and father must be so proud of their perfect daughter. It's time they saw what she's become." She dialed a number and put the phone on speaker. "Now, remember what I taught you. If you try to warn them, if you try to tell them anything other than what I've instructed, the videos go to the entire village. Your precious students will see their teacher in ways no student should."

The phone rang, and Wu Yuming's heart pounded in her chest. When her mother's voice answered, warm and familiar, tears sprang to her eyes.

"Yuming? Is that you, dear?"

"Mother," Wu Yuming said, her voice cracking. She forced herself to smile, to sound cheerful. "I have wonderful news."

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"I'm engaged," she said, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. "I'm getting married."

Her mother's gasp of joy was a knife in Wu Yuming's heart. "Engaged? To whom? When can we meet him?"

"His name is Wu Dazhu," Wu Yuming said, and she could feel Li Lijie's approving nod. "He's... he's a local man here in the village. He's very strong. And he'll take good care of me."

"We had no idea you were even seeing anyone," her mother said, her voice full of excitement. "Is he handsome? What does he do?"

"He works with his hands," Wu Yuming said, the lies coming easier than she expected. "And he's very traditional. He wanted to show me off in a special way."

Her mother laughed. "That sounds mysterious. When is the wedding?"

"Tomorrow," Wu Yuming said. "It's going to be small, just the village. But everyone will see how happy we are."

"Tomorrow? That's so soon! I'll book tickets immediately. Your father and I will be there."

"No!" Wu Yuming shouted, then caught herself. "No, Mother. You can't come. It's... it's a very private ceremony. Just the village. We'll visit you afterward, I promise."

Her mother was silent for a moment, and Wu Yuming could hear the hurt in her voice. "But I want to see my daughter get married. I want to meet this man who stole her heart."

"You'll meet him soon enough," Wu Yuming said, her voice breaking. "Just... trust me. Everything will be fine."

As she spoke, Li Lijie pulled out a Polaroid camera, the kind that instantly developed photos. "Show them how happy you are," she hissed. "Take off the dress."

Wu Yuming's hand trembled as she reached for the zipper. The dress fell to the floor, and she stood naked in front of the camera. Li Lijie snapped a photo, the flash blinding her.

"Now, get on your hands and knees," Li Lijie ordered. "Show them what kind of woman their daughter really is."

Wu Yuming obeyed, her face burning with shame. She could hear her mother's voice still on the phone, asking questions, confused about the sudden silence.

"Yuming? Are you still there? What's going on?"

"I'm here, Mother," Wu Yuming said, her voice steady despite the tears streaming down her face. "I just wanted to show you how happy I am." She arched her back, as Li Lijie had taught her, presenting herself to the camera like a bitch in heat.

Li Lijie snapped more photos, each flash revealing more of Wu Yuming's degradation. "Now, touch yourself," she ordered. "Let them see how much you enjoy this."

"No," Wu Yuming whispered, but Li Lijie's face darkened.

"Don't make me send these photos to your students instead. Imagine little Zhang Ming seeing his teacher like this. Imagine his mother's horror."

Wu Yuming's hand moved to between her legs, and she began to touch herself, her body reacting despite her mind's revulsion. She moaned, as instructed, her voice carrying through the phone.

"Do you hear that, Mother?" Li Lijie said, taking the phone. "Your daughter is so happy she can't contain herself. She's been hiding her true nature from you all these years."

"Who is this?" her mother demanded. "Yuming, are you okay?"

"She's fine," Li Lijie said. "She's better than fine. She's exactly where she belongs." She hung up the phone and looked at Wu Yuming with satisfaction. "Now she knows. And so does your father, once she tells him. They've seen their precious daughter for what she truly is."

Wu Yuming collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Her family. Her precious family would never look at her the same way again. They'd seen her naked, degraded, touching herself like a common whore. And they'd think she enjoyed it.

The door to the meeting hall creaked open, and Wu Dazhu entered, his ugly face splitting into a grin when he saw Wu Yuming on the floor. "Looks like my bride is ready for me," he said, his voice dripping with lust.

He was shorter than Wu Yuming, with a pot belly and greasy hair that stuck to his scalp. His teeth were yellow and crooked, and he smelled of sweat and cheap liquor. But his eyes roamed over her body with ownership, and that terrified her more than anything else.

"Get up," he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet. He spun her around, inspecting her from all angles. "She's even prettier than I imagined. This body will serve me well."

"Careful," Li Lijie warned. "She's fragile. Don't break her before the wedding."

"Wedding," Wu Dazhu laughed. "That's just a formality. I've already paid you for her. She's mine." He grabbed Wu Yuming's chin, forcing her to look at him. "Aren't you, my little bride?"

"Yes," Wu Yuming whispered, her spirit broken.

"Yes, what?" he asked, squeezing her chin until she winced.

"Yes, I'm yours."

"That's better." He released her and turned to Li Lijie. "I want to see the preview. You promised me a preview."

Li Lijie smiled. "I did, didn't I? Very well. Yuming, lie down on the table. Show your husband what he has to look forward to."

Wu Yuming walked to the wooden table in the center of the room, her feet dragging. She lay down on her back, the rough wood scraping against her skin. Wu Dazhu moved to stand over her, his shadow blocking the light.

"Spread your legs," he ordered.

She obeyed, her thighs trembling as she opened them. He reached out and touched her, his thick fingers exploring her most intimate places. She closed her eyes, trying to escape to some distant place in her mind.

"Look at me," he said, slapping her face. "When I'm inside you, you'll look at me. You'll watch my face as I take pleasure from your body."

Wu Yuming opened her eyes and met his gaze. His pupils were dilated, his breath coming faster. He was getting off on her submission.

"I'm going to use every hole you have," he said, his voice low and threatening. "Your mouth, your cunt, your ass. I'm going to tie you up and fuck you until you can't walk. And then I'll do it again."

He leaned down and bit her nipple, hard enough to draw blood. She gasped in pain, but he only laughed.

"You'll learn to like it," he said. "You'll learn to beg for it."

Li Lijie watched from the side, her face a mask of satisfaction. "I think that's enough for now," she said. "We don't want to ruin the wedding night."

Wu Dazhu reluctantly pulled away, leaving Wu Yuming bruised and bleeding on the

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