The Teacher's Affair

Ruby had never been with a man before and was unfamiliar with what it would feel like. Little did she know that once she experienced it, she would crave the burning passion it ignited. She felt the cold glass door against her as the man pushed her forward, while his heated body pressed against her back. She could sense his towering presence, and when his lips touched the nape of her neck, she was almost scorched by the heat of his kisses. Ruby turned around in a daze, weakly climbing up the man’s strong, bronze chest, her arms like jelly as she bit down on his neck. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her legs instinctively coiled around his waist. She felt intoxicated, unable to recognize herself anymore. "Can you do it gently?" she asked, though deep down, she was curious about how it would feel to experience the opposite. The man chuckled in her ear, tightening his grip on her waist. "Do you really want me to be gentle?" he whispered to her, "I don’t think I can be gentle..." Ruby took the initiative, biting his earlobe, her breath quickening as if it could stop any second. "Get on the bed and spread your legs wide," he ordered seductively. In an instant, the only sounds in the room were their moans and cries. An intense affair began between them, with no concern for the consequences. The clothes on the carpet were messy and scattered, with her torn stockings and blouse nowhere to be found. Ruby sat up in bed, wearing nothing but the blanket that covered her naked body. When she spotted her black bra, she quickly picked it up and put it on. Suddenly, the man's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back forcefully. She fell into his embrace. "Where are you going? Let’s sleep together," he said in his hoarse voice. His strong arms tightened around her small waist, and she could feel his warm, muscular chest pressing against her back. Strong, sexy, and sultry—these were just a few of the reasons she had chosen him. "Did you forget already? We had an agreement," he added. She sat on the edge of the bed again, trying to ignore him. Her fair cheeks were tinged with a blush, and she couldn’t help but smile. A whirlwind of emotions swirled in her heart. It had been three months since Ruby had caught her long-term boyfriend—now her ex—with another woman. That’s how she met the man she was with now, who had saved her from drowning in the pool after she got drunk. She could still remember the first night they spent together. It was something she couldn’t get out of her mind. "Do you want me?" she asked in a seductive voice, wrapping her arm around the man's neck. At that point, it wasn’t just her body that was wet. How long they had s*x that night, who knows? The next morning, she was the one who left her contact number. "If you need anything in the future, you can contact me," she said, knowing full well that she would crave him again. Only then did the man notice the red stain on the bed sheet after she left. He realized he was the one who had taken her virginity, and she hadn’t mentioned it, as if it wasn’t a big deal to her. Just a few days later, the man contacted her again, and their encounters became a regular thing. Whenever they had time, they would hang out with each other. It seemed as if their bodies were made for each other. They couldn’t get enough of one another, almost as if they were addicted. It felt like they were intoxicating each other with their kisses. But before any deeper feelings could develop, the man decided to set some ground rules, which she quickly agreed to: no staying overnight, he has a girlfriend, so it must remain a secret, and their relationship would be purely physical. There would be no exchange of money, no obligations—just the purest desires of a man and a woman, intertwined in the darkness like a web of stars. Once it was over, she would fix her skirt and turn cold. "Do you want to do it again, huh?" he whispered provocatively. Ruby shivered as he lightly breathed on her ear. She shook her head, trying to hide her excitement. "I can't. I have an early start tomorrow. There’s an event and activities at school," she explained as she pulled away from his embrace. Without looking back, she stood up and started getting dressed. “I see…” the man said. The next sound she heard was the click of a lighter. Jack, watching through the smoke of his cigarette, saw Ruby pull her skirt up to her small waist. He bit his lower lip, fixated on her. From her ample chest, slim waist, flat stomach, and long legs, he couldn’t believe she was a teacher. She had an innocent face, but it transformed in bed, suddenly turning into a wild creature. As she zipped up her skirt, Ruby glanced at the man, who had been staring at her intently. That’s when she noticed his striking looks. He wasn’t the typical handsome guy of today. His sharp features were striking—perfect with a strong jawline, deep black eyes, and full red lips. Her gaze dropped to his body, and she noticed a large scar on his chest. His muscles were smooth, not like those of a gym-trained bodybuilder. The lean, defined muscles exuded a natural male allure. Especially when those strong arms wrapped around her, she felt completely secure. Before her mind could stray or a small smile could form on her lips, she quickly averted her gaze. “I’ll go ahead. Good night.” Jack extinguished his cigarette, a satisfied smile appearing at the corner of his mouth as Ruby left. Clearly, he was pleased with the woman as well. The next morning, Ruby woke up early to prepare The next morning, Ruby woke up early to get ready for work. After showering, she hurriedly put on her teacher’s uniform. Her hair was tied up high, and the slightly curly ends bounced as she moved. Upon arriving at school, she immediately attended to the activities planned for that day with her fellow teachers. Ruby worked at a prestigious private kindergarten, and today’s event was a mini-concert that required all the parents to attend. She couldn’t hide her excitement. “Teacher Red, the students are fighting!” another teacher called out to her in alarm. Ruby panicked. It was crucial that none of the students got hurt under their watch because if they did, it would be their responsibility. The children who attended their school were either wealthy or noble, and as their teachers, it was their duty to keep a close eye on them. She hurried to the backstage, where the two little boys were fighting. Zeke Beaufort was on top of Ethan Florida, punching him with his left hand. Ethan was crying out and had turned red from the scuffle. Despite being young, Zeke’s eyes showed a harshness that was unusual for his age. Both boys were the only children in their respective families—Beaufort and Florida—and were both spoiled and prone to frequent fights. The teachers had only dared to stop the fight verbally, none of them brave enough to physically intervene. "That’s enough, Ethan and Zeke!” Ruby shouted authoritatively at the two boys. Both of them stopped fighting immediately and seemed to calm down upon hearing Ruby’s voice. Ethan quickly shoved Zeke away and ran to Ruby, crying. “Teacher Red… It was Zeke's fault. He hit me here…” Ethan sobbed, pointing to his stomach. “Blow it off for me, Teacher.” Ruby shook her head and sighed heavily as she examined Ethan’s scratches on his arm. She was certain both of the little princes had injuries, and it felt like the end of her career was near. “Alright. Teacher will blow it off, so stop crying. I’m here,” she reassured Ethan, gently wiping away his tears from his flushed cheeks. When Ruby looked at Zeke, she noticed blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were fixed on her, as if he too wanted some comfort, but he remained in the corner, just watching. “It’s alright. For now, go with Teacher Fiona to change your clothes, okay? I will call your parents,” she said, signaling Fiona, who was by her side, to take Ethan to change. As usual, she would be the one to explain things to the parents of the children involved. She had no other choice. Once Ethan had left with Fiona, Ruby approached Zeke. She knelt in front of him and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. “It must be very painful, right?” she asked softly. The little boy’s eyes narrowed, and he turned his gaze away from her. “It doesn’t hurt at all,” he said with a pout. Ruby took a cotton ball and some Betadine from her pocket, gently applying it to Zeke’s wound. His mouth twitched in pain. “Still saying it doesn’t hurt, huh?” she said, facing the boy. “Tell me, why were you fighting again? Didn’t we talk about fighting?” Ruby was the only one at the school who could communicate with Zeke this way, given her understanding of his temperament. Fortunately, her patience was long, and she was capable of handling such situations. Zeke lowered his head and murmured, “He said I don’t have a mom.” Ruby noticed the boy’s small hands trembling, as if he was holding back his emotions. She felt a pang of sympathy in her chest. "That’s why you hurt him?” At that moment, the boy’s gaze lifted to meet hers. His eyes were serious and filled with pain as he spoke. “I promised you not to bully other kids here, so I said I’m not like him who doesn’t have a mom and a dad. If that’s his situation, how is he living now? After I said that, he punched me, Teacher. Is it still my fault?” Zeke explained, his words cutting Ruby off. Perhaps the boy had been holding this in and it only came out now because he rarely spoke so much. Ruby was about to respond and give the boy a lesson, but she was interrupted by someone calling out to her. “Teacher Red, Zeke’s dad is here.” Dad? Ruby thought to herself. She had never seen Zeke’s parents before; it was always the nanny who dropped off and picked up the child. Was his dad here because of the event? “Alright. Did you hear that? Your daddy’s here. It’s fine now,” she said, straightening Zeke’s face and then standing up to face the student’s father. Without hesitation, she extended her hand to the man and smiled warmly. “Good morning, Mr. Beaufort, I’m Zeke’s teacher, Ruby Red. There was just a sudden incident…” Before Ruby could finish, she looked up at the man entering against the light. Jackson Beaufort was dressed in a black suit and leather shoes. His sharply defined facial features and intense eyes exuded a dignified and distant aura. Jack’s gaze shifted between Zeke and Ruby for a few seconds before he accepted her soft handshake. His broad, rough hands seemed to have often played with the catkins he was holding. “Nice to meet you, Teacher Red,” Jack said with his deep, gravelly voice.