It wasn't until she was safely away from the scene that she breathed a sigh of relief, but the memory of the man's penis thrusting into her buttocks lingered, a painful reminder of the terror she had endured.
In the days that followed, Jennifer was consumed by a sense of shame and vulnerability. She washed her body repeatedly, scrubbing the entrance to her vagina with a fierce determination, as if to erase the memory of the man's touch. She discarded her stockings and thong, unable to bear the thought of wearing them again, the feel of the man's slender penis still fresh in her mind. The memory of that day was a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked in the world outside her school, where men like the bearded stranger roamed free, preying on the innocent.
As she stood on the platform, her legs aching from the long bus ride, Jennifer couldn't help but think of the women who had fallen victim to similar crimes. The story of the newly married young wife who had been raped in her own home still lingered in her mind, and the fact that the perpetrator was still at large, striking fear into the hearts of women in the neighborhood. Jennifer felt a shiver run down her spine as she wondered how she could protect herself from such monsters.
Evan watched Jennifer from afar, his heart beating faster as he noticed that she was standing awkwardly, one high heel on the ground, the other foot perched precariously on the upper. He felt a pang of guilt for not approaching her earlier, but now, with the opportunity presenting itself, he knew he had to act. He had never had a chance to talk to Jennifer at school, and this was his only chance to strike up a conversation. With a newfound sense of purpose, Evan took a step forward, his heart pounding in his chest, as he prepared to make his move.
It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and the campus was bathed in a warm, golden light. Lindsay's warning still lingered in Evan's mind, but he couldn't resist the temptation to approach Jennifer. He glanced around, noticing that the roads were empty, and then trotted towards her, his excitement building. As he drew closer, he struggled to contain his enthusiasm and stutteringly introduced himself, "Hello, Mrs. Jennifer, I'm Evan. Do you need help?" Jennifer was taken aback for a moment, and then her expression softened as she recognized the boy who had left a lasting impression on her in Lindsay's office. After a brief hesitation, she shook her head and said coolly, "I'm fine, you go home." Evan was taken aback by her rejection, and his face flushed with embarrassment as he struggled to find the right words to respond.
Jennifer's indifference extinguished Evan's enthusiasm, leaving him feeling helpless and uncertain. However, he rationalized that her behavior was typical of a female teacher's attitude towards a male student, and that Lindsay's ease had given him a false sense of security. In reality, if Lindsay hadn't been so accommodating, Evan would have had little chance of winning her over.
As Evan turned to leave, a car pulled up beside him, and a man in his twenties got out. He was thin, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on the end of his nose, and a charming smile spread across his face as he approached Jennifer. "Why are you here, Mrs. Jennifer? Where do you want to go? I'll take you there," he said, his eyes scanning her face with a mixture of familiarity and desire. Jennifer's expression turned icy as she recognized the man - Ethan Lee, a Korean teacher at the No. 3 Middle School, and a man with a reputation for being a serial harasser.
Ethan Lee's past was checkered, to say the least. He had once been the vice principal of a town middle school, but his affair with a married female teacher had ended in scandal, and he had been transferred to the No. 3 Middle School as a result. Despite his best efforts to keep a low profile, Ethan Lee's bad habits had persisted, and he continued to harass the female teachers at the school, boasting of his conquests to anyone who would listen. Jennifer, in particular, had been a target of his affections, and she had finally had to report him to the principal after months of harassment.
As Ethan Lee approached Jennifer, his eyes roving over her body with a mixture of desire and contempt, she stood her ground, her face pale with anger. "No, I'm waiting for someone here," she said frostily, her voice dripping with disdain. Ethan Lee's smile never wavered, however, and he continued to press his unwanted attentions on her. "Who are you waiting for, Mrs. Jennifer?" he asked, his eyes lingering on her breasts as he spoke. Jennifer's anger flared, and she glared at him, her voice rising in indignation. "Ethan Lee, stop slandering me. Who do I need to report to you? Get out of my way."
As Ethan Lee continued to press his unwanted attentions on Jennifer, Evan's anger grew. He stepped forward, standing between Ethan Lee and Jennifer, and said bluntly, "Teacher Lee, the person Mrs. Jennifer is waiting for is me, you'd better leave quickly." Ethan Lee sneered at Evan, his eyes scanning him with a mixture of contempt and curiosity. "Which class are you from?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Evan stood his ground, his heart racing with excitement. "She is my cousin," he said, his eyes locking with Jennifer's as he spoke. Jennifer nodded subconsciously, and Ethan Lee's face fell as he realized that he had been outmaneuvered.
As Ethan Lee drove away dejectedly, Jennifer turned to Evan, a mixture of relief and gratitude on her face. "Yes, Evan is my cousin," she said, her voice softening as she smiled at him.
Evan's heart swelled with excitement as he realized that he had successfully defended Jennifer against Ethan Lee's unwanted attentions.
As they walked together, Evan couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that he had helped to protect the woman he admired.
It was a typical day at the school, with students milling about and chatting with their friends. Evan, a freshman, had just helped his teacher, Jennifer, out of a sticky situation.
If it wasn't for his quick thinking, she might have been stuck with Ethan Lee, a man with influential relatives in the Education Bureau. Ethan Lee was rumored to be on his way to becoming the director of the Korean teaching and research department, and Jennifer didn't want to incur his wrath.
As Evan watched Jennifer's charming smile for the first time, he felt his bones melt, and he was deeply grateful to Ethan Lee. If not for him, Evan wouldn't have had the chance to gain Jennifer's gratitude. "Thank you, Evan," she said, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. Evan's heart skipped a beat as he gazed at her, his mind reeling with the possibilities.
When Jennifer's high-heeled shoe slipped off her foot, Evan jumped into action. "Mrs. Jennifer, are you fine?" he asked, pointing to the shoe. "How about I take it to you and fix it?"
Jennifer hesitated, unsure if she should accept his kindness. But Evan had just helped her out of a difficult situation, and she found it hard to refuse him. After a moment's thought, she asked, "Where are you going to fix it? How long will it take? I can't wait here all the time."
Evan didn't know how long it would take, but he was determined to get close to Jennifer. He thought for a moment before saying, "Mrs. Jennifer, please wait for me a moment, I'll be back soon." Without waiting for her response, he took off, his long legs carrying him swiftly to the school gate.
As he rode his bike, Evan happened to meet a junior high school boy on a bicycle. He pulled the boy off and said, "Can I borrow your bicycle? My name is Evan. Meet me at Class 57 of Grade 1 tomorrow." With a quick nod, the boy handed over the bike, and Evan rode off, his heart pounding with excitement.
He soon returned to Jennifer, his face flushed with excitement. "Mrs. Jennifer, I will take you to find a shoe repairman. When your shoes are repaired, you can go home directly." Jennifer thought for a moment before deciding to follow him. She sat on the back seat of the bicycle, holding her high-heeled shoe in one hand and Evan's school uniform in the other. As they rode off, she asked Evan to take her to find a shoe repair stall.
As they glided through the streets, pedestrians couldn't help but stare at Evan, a student-looking man, riding a bike with a beautiful young woman dressed in a provocative outfit. Some even whistled, their eyes fixed on the sight of Jennifer's curvaceous figure. Jennifer's face grew hot as she realized she was the center of attention. She was a little nervous, afraid that she would fall off the bike, but she was determined to hold on.