The new instructor Xu, surnamed Xu, is 35 years old, unmarried, 182 cm tall, weighs 78 kg, has a sturdy physique, and exudes an aura of majesty without anger. He has broad shoulders and a solid chest, and the muscle lines under his uniform are looming, as if every muscle has been strictly trained and full of strength. His arms are thick, with slightly protruding veins, his steps are steady and powerful, and his posture is as straight as a pine tree, a standard military style. His angular face is meticulous and serious, and his eyes under his thick eyebrows are sharp, as if he can see through everything. His skin color is slightly bronze, revealing traces of years of outdoor training, and his overall temperament is tough and full of masculinity. However, this strong “instructor temperament” makes the students a little alienated. Everyone privately discusses that he is too strict, and there is no other specific reason, just that he is too “arrogant”. I am different. I have an inexplicable liking for this kind of hard-line and disciplined man in my heart, but unfortunately I am timid and never have the courage to take the initiative to say a few more words to him.
One morning, during the flag-raising ceremony, the playground was bustling with people, but my eyes followed Instructor Xu as always. He was wearing a straight instructor uniform, with a belt tied tightly around his waist, outlining his strong waist and slender legs. He walked to the front row of classes, squatted slightly to talk to a student, and his uniform pants were tight. I looked closely and saw that it looked like a low-waisted close-fitting underwear with smooth lines and a hint of taboo attraction. This scene replayed in my mind over and over again, especially my preference for uniforms, which lingered.
After the internship class, I hurried down the stairs of the teaching building with a thick stack of textbooks. Unexpectedly, Instructor Xu stood at the entrance of the stairs like a hunter waiting for his prey, with a hawk-like gaze, checking the students’ clothes one by one. He happened to catch me because my uniform top was not tucked into my pants and was wrinkled and open. He stood straight, with his hands behind his back, and said in a low but unquestionable voice: “I give you ten seconds to put your clothes in order.” I was in a hurry, still holding the textbooks in my hands, and tried to argue: “Instructor, I have…” Before I finished speaking, he started counting down: “One, two, three, four…” The voice was as cold as a bugle, my heart beat faster, and I quickly squatted down to put the textbooks on the ground, and hurriedly untied the cheap belt issued by the school. The belt was stuck, and I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely and my fingers were shaking. The instructor was merciless. After counting to “nine, ten”, I still didn’t put it in order.
“Ten push-ups, ready!” He ordered, without a trace of room for negotiation. I was stunned for a moment, but seeing his serious face, I had to grit my teeth and lie down at the busy staircase and do ten push-ups. My arms were sore and weak, and when I climbed up panting, sweat had wet my forehead. The instructor looked me up and down, his eyes stopped on my slightly trembling shoulders, and frowned, “Since you have such poor physical strength, come to the instructor’s office to find me after school.” I replied “OK” in confusion, watching his back as he turned and left. His broad shoulders and straight back looked particularly strong under the uniform. My thoughts drifted uncontrollably to the scene in the morning. I imagined him under the uniform, and my cheeks became hot unconsciously.
After school, I went to the instructor’s office nervously. Instructor Xu sat behind his desk, his uniform jacket hanging on the back of the chair, and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong forearms. He looked up at me, his tone calm but with authority: “You will be back later.” I was stunned, thinking that this request was a bit strange, but he continued: “Come to my house later, I will help you train your physical fitness.” This made my heart tremble, vaguely feeling unusual, but facing his irresistible gaze, I only dared to whisper: “Okay.” Then, he drove me to his fifth-floor apartment. It was a single residence with two bedrooms and one bathroom. The furnishings in the house were simple, slightly messy but not dirty. There were a few pieces of clothing scattered on the wooden floor, and the air was filled with a faint masculine scent.
He asked me to sit anywhere and went to the kitchen to get some water. I sat on the sofa, and it seemed that something hard was pressed under my butt. I stood up and saw that it was a pair of patterned underwear, bold and flamboyant. My cheeks instantly flushed, my heart beat as fast as a drum, and a faint male body odor mixed with the fragrance of laundry detergent hit my nose. My mind was completely occupied by this personal item. The image of the instructor wearing it appeared in my mind. He was muscular and his muscles were faintly visible under the leopard print fabric. My heartbeat almost rushed out of my chest, and my body also reacted instinctively.
I was immersed in my wild thoughts when the instructor’s footsteps came from far away. I hurriedly tried to put the underwear into my pocket, but I was too busy to hide it. He came over with a cup of water, and when he saw what I had in my hand, his eyes paused, and he said with a little embarrassment: “Oh, this is what I wore yesterday. I forgot to wash it. Sorry.” I pretended to be calm, but my voice was a little trembling: “It’s okay. It’s normal for a bachelor to be casual at home.” He nodded, didn’t say much, and told me to watch TV in the living room and not to walk around. Then he took a black vest and a pair of white underwear and walked to the bathroom. Before leaving, he emphasized: “You can’t enter my room.” I said “OK” with my mouth, but my heart was like being scratched by a cat’s claws, full of curiosity.
There was a sound of water in the bathroom, and I stared at his closed door. The private space of a single mature man was like a mysterious treasure house to me, and the temptation was irresistible. I walked to the door lightly, turned the doorknob gently, and pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with his scent. There were all kinds of underwear scattered on the bed, table, and floor – red, white, black, camouflage, at least a dozen pieces, like randomly discarded trophies. I was like a treasure hunter, my heart was beating fast with excitement…
“What are you doing!” The instructor’s roar suddenly exploded, and I was so scared that my hands shook and fell to the ground. He stood at the door wrapped in a bath towel, his wet hair dripping with water, his naked upper body muscles were tight, his chest and abdominal muscles were shining under the light, and his white low-waisted underwear was faintly visible. He strode over, his eyes as sharp as a knife: “You have my CD in your hand, what else do you want to explain?” I was forced to retreat to the bed and sit down, stammering: “Instructor, I… I’m just curious…” Before I finished speaking, he approached step by step, and his momentum oppressed me so much that I could hardly breathe, my heart was beating like thunder, and my mind was blank. …………
