An End of High School

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I leaned against the windowsill, staring outside. Actually, I wasn't seeing anything; I wasn't even thinking. I felt no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness—just like a walking corpse.

Just yesterday at this time, I finished my last exam. Sweating profusely, I walked thirty miles home from the county high school exam hall. It was already dark, and I've been sitting here without eating or drinking ever since.

It wasn't that I did poorly. When I walked out of the exam hall, I knew I would definitely pass. What pained me was the ease with which I passed. That's because I'm a poor child:

I was born into an extremely poor family in the mountains. When I was very young, my father went to the Northwest and disappeared without a trace. My mother supported the family. Fortunately, she was skilled at growing medicinal herbs, and I was a very capable child, which allowed the family to barely survive. I even managed to attend high school, but I knew my family couldn't afford to send me to university, as my younger brother was still in vocational school. To escape rural life, I had to find a way myself.

From a young age, I've always been a very opinionated person. When I graduated from elementary school, I faced the risk of dropping out. My mother insisted I stay home to look after my younger brother. Having just lost her husband, she was incredibly unreasonable, so I didn't argue with her. I went straight to my homeroom teacher and cried. She hugged me and tried to comfort me, and I, blushing and crying, writhed in her arms.

Soon after, my teacher, unable to control herself, raped me. I half-heartedly endured it. Afterwards, I collapsed onto her breasts, crying, which aroused her strong maternal instincts. She personally intervened and finally persuaded my mother.
After that, whenever I came home for vacation, she would come and take me to her house for a few days. Outsiders assumed it was a good teacher-student relationship; no one knew we were doing something sordid. This physical relationship continued intermittently until I entered high school.
After I entered the county high school with the highest score in the entire township, I could afford most of my expenses myself, thanks to my homeroom teacher's support and the money I earned from part-time jobs during holidays.

High school life was bitter as gall, but I endured it. I secretly vowed to escape rural life and achieve great things.

But when it came time to take the college entrance exam, my mother reacted violently. She grabbed my younger brother and said, "You have to think about your brother too. Your studies are over."

I gritted my teeth, ignoring my family, and took the exam alone.

When I finished the exam and rushed home in the dark, my mother opened the door, looked at me, and yelled, "What are you doing back here! You think you're all grown up now? Go fly away!"

I silently stepped into the house and went to my room.

My brother wasn't there; he was probably at a classmate's house in the village.

My mother said a few words and went back to her room to sleep. I sat on the kang (heated brick bed), my thoughts churning. My mother was a pitiful person, but also a very fierce one, which is why no one dared to mess with her for so many years. At first, I felt pity for her, then I grew annoyed with her, and now I probably only feel hatred.

I leaned against the windowsill and drifted off into a daze.

I was startled awake by my mother, who was standing at my doorway, holding a bowl of rice and looking at me in surprise. It dawned on me: I hadn't eaten all day.

Suddenly, I had a moment of profound realization. I smiled at my mother, quickly packed my things, slung my schoolbag over my shoulder, and headed for the door.

My mother trembled with anger. She grabbed a small bottle and threw it at me. I dodged it, glared at her angrily, and continued walking out. My mother stared blankly as I left. Suddenly, she rushed up, grabbed my schoolbag, and screamed, "Where are you going?!"

I turned to my mother and said firmly, "I'm going to strive for something!"

My mother said in alarm, "Are you crazy? I didn't mean any harm. Can't you not study?"

A sudden surge of turmoil welled up inside me. I forced back my agitation and snatched the schoolbag. My mother hugged my arm and cried, "You're leaving home too? What did I do wrong?"

My mind suddenly exploded. I threw off the schoolbag, picked up my mother, and carried her back into the house.

My mother cried out in terror, "What are you doing!" I ignored her. I threw her onto the kang (a heated brick bed)

and roughly stripped her clothes off. She fought back, punching and kicking, which made things easier for me. I stripped her down to only her bra and panties, and she cowered in the corner of the kang, watching me in fear. I quickly removed my own clothes, jumped onto the kang, and pushed her down. She closed her eyes, too afraid to look at my naked body. She turned her head away, cursing me under her breath.

I spread her legs out on the bed, touched her labia a few times, and found they were wet. Then I lifted her buttocks, positioned her, and thrust my penis inside her! My mother screamed in agony, tears streaming down her face, and then fell silent.

I lifted her thighs and began to thrust wildly. Just before I ejaculated, I pounced on her, kneading her breasts and increasing the frequency of my thrusts. My

mother realized what I was doing and cried out, "No!" I released my pent-up desire and ejaculated wildly inside her.

After resting and wiping myself down, I got dressed, picked up my schoolbag, and left the house. I couldn't stay in this house any longer.

Just as I was about to open the gate, I heard a noise inside. I turned around and saw my mother, wearing only an overcoat and naked, stumbling from my room into the kitchen. I thought to myself, "Oh no!" and followed her in.

My mother was holding a bottle of pesticide, about to drink it. I snatched the pesticide from her and glared at her. My mother pointed at me, sobbing uncontrollably, "You're a beast!"

I shouted, "The three of us should all die!"

My mother thought of my younger brother and sat down on the ground, wailing loudly. I suppressed my animalistic urges and turned away.
I arrived at the county high school, ran into the messy dormitory, packed my belongings, and then moved to the school gatehouse to stay overnight. The gatekeeper, who wasn't a stranger to me, nodded in agreement and even agreed to let me work as a partner.

During the day, I searched for work all over the county, and at night I chatted with the gatekeeper. Days passed, and the day the results were released was fast approaching.

That day, I was about to leave when I saw the head of the teaching department riding his bicycle towards me. As soon as he saw me, he started shouting incoherently. It took me a while to understand: the college entrance exam results were out, and I was first in the entire region and third in the entire province. The city education commission's car had rushed to my house early that morning to deliver the good news. The head of the department, without a word, pulled me into the car and drove home. I felt a mix of joy and worry, unsure how to face my mother.

When we arrived at the door, the house was already packed with people. I was ushered inside, and for the next hour or so, my mind was a complete blank. Finally, the head of the department left three thousand yuan and left.

My mother kindly dismissed the neighbors filling the yard and sent my younger brother away. Then, after looking at me for a while, she gently said, "Sit down for a moment."

I sat down awkwardly, looking at my mother in confusion. Suddenly, she pulled a carrying pole from behind the door. I knew I was in trouble, so I quickly covered my head with my arms and slumped onto the table. The carrying pole rained down on me. I gritted my teeth and groaned, refusing to beg for mercy. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, my mother dropped the carrying pole. I breathed a sigh of relief and then passed out.
When I woke up, it was already dark. I lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), my body burning like fire. I reached out and touched myself a few times, only to find my younger brother wasn't there. My mother was sitting in the corner of the kang, seemingly asleep. I tried to turn over, but my limbs were too weak, and I fell back onto the bed. My mother woke up and moved to my side, her face streaked with tears. She said, "You...you beast, how can you face our ancestors?"

I was speechless and turned my head away. My mother grabbed my hand relentlessly, shouting, "Say something!" Then, she pressed her face against my hand and sobbed.

I quietly looked at my mother for a while, feeling a surge of heat throughout my body. My head suddenly went hot, and I reached out to unbutton my mother's undershirt.

My mother covered her face and cried, but she didn't stop me. My hand gently caressed her breasts; they were still so firm, the stiff nipples and areolas radiating a maternal throbbing. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, pressed it to her cheek, rubbed it twice, and kissed it. Then she pressed my hand to her breast, her tearful eyes glazed over as she murmured, "Mommy's not good..."

I gritted my teeth and turned to the side, my other hand slipping inside her panties. There, her vagina was already overflowing. I inserted my index finger into her vagina and began to probe.

My mother closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and let out seductive moans, passionately pulling my hand across her breasts and lower abdomen. I gradually forgot my pain, watching my mother become increasingly aroused, my desire erupting like a flood. I could no longer restrain myself, clumsily pushing my mother down onto the bed and struggling to climb on top of her.

My mother mumbled incoherently, "No..." but cooperated with me as we undressed. She then gripped me tightly with her arms and legs, squeezing my penis against her lower abdomen.

I immediately entered her, kissing her again. She held my buttocks tightly, and we rubbed against each other on the bed.

The excruciating pain fueled my lust, and I roughly plowed into my mother's barren virginity. Finally, she let out a loud moan that drove me wild. I examined her vagina, and at the moment of her climax, I ejaculated into her womb.

Even after climaxing, my mother wouldn't let go, her legs clamping tightly around one of mine, rubbing her labia against me, and showering me with kisses on my neck and face. I wasn't finished yet. One hand continued to tease my mother's nipples, while the other hand probed her anus. My mother mumbled incoherently, "I want..."

I attacked her again, this time entwining with her for a long while before she finally went limp. She mumbled, "Mom was too rough, Mom loves you so much..."

I was still panting on top of her when I heard this, and once again, I thrust into her body.

My mother had no strength left. She put her hands on my shoulders, her legs spread wide, letting me pound into her. I couldn't ejaculate, so I could only use my stiff penis to tear at my mother's genitals. When I felt completely exhausted, my mother also fainted.

At this moment, the pain began to torment me. I groaned as I got up and sat on the edge of the bed to cool off. My mother came to her senses and let out a suppressed moan behind me.

I turned around and saw my mother curled up in a ball, only her pale buttocks, plump back, and a breast deformed from being squeezed open were visible to me. I reached out and grasped her breast, gently pinching her limp nipple with my fingers. My mother remained unmoved, crying even more bitterly.

Feeling bored, I gave up my teasing, then dressed and got out of bed. I glanced at my mother longingly; she was still crying. I turned and walked out of the house. Old Chao called out to me a few times, and then my mother inside suddenly burst into a piercing, blood-curdling wail.

Fortunately, there were few houses around, and no one paid attention to the young woman's wailing in the quiet night. I thought my mother was using her cries to repent to heaven, hoping to keep me here. But how could I keep her? At dawn, I rushed back to the county town.

As the top scorer in the college entrance examination, I had the right to change my application and choose my school. I chose a normal university. The admissions officer personally came to me and was very satisfied with me. After learning about my family situation, I received a scholarship from an education fund and a school grant. I no longer had to worry about money.
I still lived in the school gatehouse, and people kept coming to see me. Some even came to find a son-in-law, which made me both laugh and cry.

Time flew by, and it was time for junior and senior high school to start.

My younger brother came to the county town and, after much trouble, found out where I was staying.

Seeing my brother, who had come all this way, I felt guilty. He brought me shoes, clothes, and the three thousand yuan that my mother had made for me. I didn't need these things, so I told him to take them back. Finally, my brother asked me, puzzled, "Brother, why did Mom hit you?"

I was taken aback. My brother continued, "Mom has been crying a lot lately, saying she shouldn't have hit you. She told you to visit her before you leave..."

I ignored my brother's questioning look and fell silent. My brother quietly left, and I felt like I had a stone in my heart.

The day I was to leave my hometown was fast approaching. I used my savings to buy some decent clothes and household items, and finally bought a train ticket, ready to embark on my new life.

Just then, my homeroom teacher found me. With a stern face, she led me to a secluded spot in the suburbs. We sat back to back in silence. Suddenly, she asked me firmly, "What did you do to your mother?"

I didn't answer. She raised her hand and slapped me, spitting, "Do you have any conscience? Doing such a thing to your own mother!" Then her eyes reddened, and she began to lament, "It's my sin! I have no face to teach anymore. How could I have raised such a little devil? I deserve divine retribution..."

I couldn't bear it and hugged her. She threw herself into my arms and wept bitterly, releasing her true emotions. I gently unbuttoned her clothes, pushed her down into the grass, and then pressed myself against her, making her undress me.

She gasped, "I'll miss you, my little devil. Your mother is so pitiful, she looks several years older these past few days... Ahh... Ahh..."

I thrust hard and quickly brought her to ecstasy.

My homeroom teacher stayed in the county town with me until the day I left. On my last night, she held me tightly, wanting more and more. As dawn approached, she cried again, sobbing, "Don't forget me. If you want more, come find me. Don't go and ruin your mother..."

And so, my high school years ended, and my university life began.

[The End]

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