My Beautiful Headmistress Mom, Chapter Twenty-Three

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Author: biohazrd
Published on: February 11, 2017 Forum
First Publication: Yes
From now on, verified pen name: [Heartache and Regret]
Chapter Twenty-Three: Gradual Progress
Actually, Mom wasn't unaware of my feelings for her. Several times, intentionally or unintentionally,
I had touched upon some of her sensitive areas. Mom knew my little thoughts, but she didn't know how to express them, let alone
how to respond to her son's feelings.
I sat up without saying a word, acting as if nothing had happened, and continued to sit beside Mom. This kind of
awkward situation between mother and son wasn't the first time it had happened. Mom and I both knew, but neither of us had exposed
it. Mom seemed used to me seeing her exposed body and our "little intimacy" as
nothing more.
Mom's sudden change didn't make me feel much relief; instead, I felt puzzled. Why did Mom suddenly
change so drastically? Had Mom experienced some kind of trauma?
It's not that I'm overly suspicious or making a fuss; I'm just adhering to a principle: where there's smoke, there's
fire!
However, I didn't ask my mother. After all, I don't even know what our relationship is.
Mother and son? That seems a bit too much. Lovers? That doesn't seem quite right.
We are mother and son, and our personalities are quite similar to some extent. We both harbor
unresolved worries, and finally came to the conclusion that instead of worrying unnecessarily, it's better to let things take their course.
And so, our strange way of interacting has come about. We both clearly have feelings for each other, but we
haven't broken through that barrier. We seem like mother and son, yet not quite; we seem like lovers, yet not quite.
"How are you? Mom, does your foot still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore, but Xiaofeng, could you please not apply it next time? I feel fine now
."
"No, the doctor said you have to apply it for half a month straight. Today is only the seventh day, so you have to apply it eight more times."
"Ah, eight more times? Does that mean I'll have to suffer eight more times?"
My mom and I tacitly avoided mentioning what had just happened. To avoid the awkward atmosphere, changing the subject
was the best option. It was clear that my mom was also feeling quite agitated, otherwise she wouldn't have been so cooperative in defusing the awkwardness
.
"Xiaofeng—"
"Stop, there's no room for discussion. This is a big deal concerning your health, you can't be careless."
"Let's discuss it..."
I firmly refused my mom, no matter how much she pleaded. But seeing my mom's unusually humble
demeanor, I felt that her fall was worth it. In fact, deep down, I wished she would fall a few more times.
Hehe, just kidding, I'm not cursing my mom.
After a long while, seeing that she couldn't win the argument, my mom gave up and turned her attention back to the TV. But if you think
my mom watches those dry, melodramatic Korean dramas, you're sorely mistaken. As I've said before, my mom is a peculiar
creature; you can't apply the same theories to ordinary women. In her words, Korean
dramas are too boring; she'd rather spend that time reading more helpful news.
As for me, I don't like anything my mom watches. I just don't want to go to bed so early
, so I can stay with her a little longer. Bored, I stretched and lay down on my mom's lap
, inhaling her fragrance.
A faint milky scent wafted towards me. From my angle, I was directly facing my mom's full, rounded
breasts. Looking at the massive peaks that almost obscured my vision, my breathing quickened instantly as I greedily
inhaled her fragrance.
"Mom, I don't think I've ever lay on your lap like this before. When I was little,
I always envied other children who could snuggle in their mothers' arms. I wished I could do that someday."
I suddenly leaned onto my mother's lap, startling her as she was engrossed in watching TV. She seemed unsure what to do.
For her, our relationship was no longer simply that of mother and son. This seemingly
ordinary act of affection felt strange to her. Like an ordinary woman
instinctively resisting a man's advances, my words immediately
dispelled all her thoughts and anxieties.
She unconsciously realized she had never been this close to her son before. Even
when she had, it was only when he was a few years old and had just learned to walk. She hadn't been like this since he grew up.
Looking at my adoring expression, as if she deeply cherished this warm embrace, my mother was deeply moved
.
Mom looked down at me, laughing indignantly, "You make it sound like I'm abusing you! You have the nerve
to say that! You always hide in your room and never come out. Sometimes you're reluctant to go shopping with me, and now you
're blaming me."
"Um, please, Mom, who would dare get close to you when you were like that?"
"What kind of way?"
"Well...very serious, very aloof, keeping everyone at arm's length. And every time I was with you,
you'd scold me. Mom, tell me, would I dare approach you?"
"That's because you weren't good enough before. If you were well-behaved, I wouldn't bother scolding you."
"Tch," I pouted, thinking to myself, "Not good enough? It's clearly Mom's standards that
are too high. Who can meet them?
" "I don't care! I'll make up for what I lost before!" With that, I buried my head in Mom's stomach like a little child,
breathing in her faint, sweet fragrance.
It's a pity Mom wasn't wearing a nightgown, otherwise we would have had a real treat to see. Come to think of it,
given Mom's conservative nature, getting her to wear a sexy nightgown is a huge undertaking, not something that can
be done overnight.
Even so, Mom's ordinary, loose cotton pajamas couldn't hide her beautiful figure. She
still had all the right curves, especially her astonishingly large breasts—I've seen them with my own eyes...
"Several times," I thought, "that's no exaggeration. Judging by sight alone, Mom's breasts are
the largest I've ever seen on a woman, even bigger than Aunt Wen's and Aunt Ying's.
Oh, right, Aunt Ying mentioned her bra size is 38F. Mom's are even bigger than Aunt Ying's—
what size are they?"
I swallowed hard, suppressing my shock.
I greedily wrapped my arms around Mom's slender waist, knowing better than to touch her
sensitive areas. I didn't go any further, knowing that haste makes waste,
and even the Great Wall isn't built in a day. A slow and steady approach is best. Since Mom didn't seem to mind my advances, it
was a good start.
Seeing me still acting like a child, my mother chuckled softly, taking a small hand to stroke
a few strands of hair on my forehead. She recalled how she used to hold me in her arms and act like that when I was little. In the blink of an eye, more than a decade
had passed; the adorable little baby in her arms had grown into a grown woman, and we had even had a relationship.
The passage of time blurred my mother's vision. Touching my cheek, her eyes were filled
with maternal warmth, yet deep within her pupils always flickered a complex, inexplicable light—was it sadness
or lament?
—The
scene shifts, and we are now on the school playground.
"Can you stop being so dramatic?" I leaned against a railing, arms outstretched.
Immediately, Fatty Xu jumped down from a stone step beside me, standing there in astonishment: "Have you changed your ways?
Or have you taken the wrong medicine? This time, you didn't just not rank at the bottom of the class, you actually ranked among the top! Holy crap—"
"You didn't steal the exam paper, did you? How did you do it? Teach me!"
"Go away, what nonsense are you talking about? I got it on my own merit."
Fatty Xu shook his fat face and curled his eyebrows in disdain: "Tch, who would believe that?"
"Believe it or not—"
"Someone who's always at the bottom of the class suddenly gets such a good score, how believable do you think that is?"
"Please, think about it, who's the principal of this school now?"
"Your mother?!? Uh..."
I frowned, "Hmm, it used to be easier, but now that the city's No. 1 High School is completely controlled by mothers, cheating
is harder than climbing to heaven. I think you should know that all too well."
It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, because as soon as he did, Fatty Xu burst into tears and snot, sobbing, "Waaah
, brother, it's not just about experiencing it, it's about inhuman cruelty! Your mother is simply inhuman! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not
insulting your mother. It's just that your mother is so cruel, she doesn't give us slackers any way out!"
"I'm really in deep trouble this time, but luckily I didn't get caught. Otherwise, I'd be
like some others in my class, getting their parents called in for a public reprimand. If it weren't for it being my first offense,
I'd definitely get a warning, no exceptions, no pleading would have helped."
"I'm really doomed this time, almost all my subjects failed. If my mom finds out, she'll yell at me and
cut my allowance in half. Ugh, how am I going to survive next month without money?"
"I told you to pay attention in class and not rely on those clever tricks. Now you know you were wrong, right?"
"Damn it, I'm in this situation and you're still making sarcastic remarks?! Bro, Feng-ge, tell me how to
get through this. Is there any way to get my mom to stop cutting my allowance?"
"There's no way. Just accept your fate. Besides, even if your allowance is halved, it's still a figure I can't reach.
Just spend less."
This fatso's monthly allowance is equivalent to my family's entire monthly income. Damn those evil
capitalists. "Hmph, good for you! I wish I could lose it all, then the world would be fair.
Almighty God, forgive me, I didn't mean to target Fatty Xu. Please understand my heart, I'm just denouncing this
unfair world.
" "Accept my fate? This is going to kill me! Without half my allowance, how am I supposed to live?"
Fatty Xu grabbed my sleeve in despair,
a single tear forced from his small eyes, almost squeezed out of his thick, fleshy face.
I shrugged, feigning helplessness, "You can't stop me, there's nothing I can do.
I'm not the one who gives you your allowance, what can I change?"
"Why don't you try logging into our school's communication system with your mother's principal account and make
a tiny change for me?"
"Holy crap, are you crazy? If my mother finds out, she'll kill me! Besides, how would I know
the principal's account and password she set up?"
This is a modern society, the information age. Of course, schools must keep up with the times. As the city's
top middle school, to enhance educational communication between the school and parents, we launched a school communication system. This system
sends students' grades and learning progress to parents' pre-registered mobile phones via SMS
. Since parents send their children to the city's top middle school, they hope their children will succeed.
No parent is indifferent to their child's studies, and naturally, they won't hesitate to spend the few dollars each semester.
Although it's voluntary, almost all students at the city's top middle school have activated the system. Xu Pangzi is no
exception. Every month, the homeroom teacher summarizes the monthly exam results and learning progress, uploads it to
the school communication system, and sends it to parents' mobile phones at the appropriate time.
My mother, as the principal, naturally has access to the school communication system, and even has the highest level of privileges. Xu
the Fatty's idea was for me to secretly log into my mom's account, then modify
the grade sheet that their homeroom teacher had pre-uploaded for him, and then send it to his mom's phone. He could get away with it,
and even if he got caught, he could say it was a system error and the wrong grades were sent. It's amazing that this fatso came up with such a brilliant plan, but if my mom found out, given her responsible and meticulous nature, she'd 　　definitely
be extremely disappointed in me, if not kill me . 　　My relationship with my mom had just improved, and if helping Xu the Fatty caused it to fall apart again, it would be a huge 　　loss.

"She's your mother, you definitely know what account password your mother uses. Please, brother, you
have to help me this time. I can't live without pocket money. If you're willing to save me this time, I won't treat you badly
. Please, brother!"
I was in a dilemma. On one hand, there was my brother's desperate pleas, and on the other hand, there was my mother, with whom I had a complicated relationship. Xu Pangzi and I
had been friends since childhood, and I should help him in his time of need. But when it came to my mother, I didn't want to disappoint her again
. I really didn't know what to do. What was I supposed to do?
How could I choose?
Just as I was caught in this dilemma, a classmate ran over and told me that my mother was looking for me. I straightened up and
walked towards the office building. Before I left, Xu Pangzi looked at me pitifully with pleading eyes: "Brother,
please."
Sigh, I sighed and nodded helplessly. So be it, for this brotherhood, I'll risk it all
.
Arriving at my mother's principal's office, I opened the door but found her not inside. So I went in
. It was my first time in her office; she rarely let me, even
when she was vice-principal. Firstly, to avoid suspicion, she didn't want others to know my mother
was a principal. Secondly, she didn't want me to become arrogant because of her position, becoming a despicable "princeling."
My mother's office was quite large, befitting a principal. However, despite its size, it was very
clean and simple, without a trace of luxury. Besides a desk and a bookshelf, there was nothing else
. The dark wooden bookshelf was filled with the awards and honors my mother had received over the years, each one
exceptionally prestigious. While we had many at home, these made me realize even more
how capable my mother truly was. It seemed she had put in a great deal of effort to achieve her success.
A sense of pride welled up within me; I was proud of my mother.
"Xiaofeng? You're here."
The office door opened, and Mom walked in, dressed as usual in a black business suit. But
today, there was a slight change. Her long, shapely legs, visible beneath her conservative knee-length skirt, were
covered by a layer of black silk. Her high, firm breasts looked like two balls stuffed inside. The
white shirt under her blazer had a button that always seemed to be struggling to stay in place, as if it might
burst open at any moment. Her jet-black hair was tied back, her skin was delicately oval, her
eyebrows were arched, and her large, bright eyes behind thick-rimmed glasses gleamed with a sharp, intelligent light, making her appear so
shrewd and capable.
As Mom walked past me, her faint fragrance lingered, and my heart pounded.
Mom was wearing stockings? And black ones at that?
I don't remember Mom wearing stockings often; even when she did, they were usually flesh-colored. This was the first time I'd seen my mother
wearing black stockings and elegant, low-heeled, piano-lacquered shoes. Oh my god, my eyes were glued to her.
My gaze hadn't left her beautiful feet since she came in. I'd always overlooked her
legs; perhaps her bust size was so striking that it overshadowed her other beauty. It seemed my
understanding of my mother was too one-sided—
"Xiaofeng!?"
"Ah, oh, Mom, what did you need?"
Hearing her call, I quickly averted my gaze, trying to resist being captivated by her alluring figure.
"What? Do I have to need something to talk to you about? Can't a mother look for her son?"
I stared at my mother in shock, unable to believe these words came from her mouth.
I found it hard to believe my mother would ever speak to me like this, with such a teasing tone.
"Hmm? Is something wrong, Mom?" My mother noticed my expression, thinking I was questioning her.
"No, Mom, you can call me anytime you want. I'm always at your service," I said with a fawning smile,
scratching the back of my head as I walked up to my mother. "But Mom, didn't you say you didn't want other people at school to know about our
relationship? And didn't you dislike me taking the initiative to contact you?"
"That's because you were so immature before. You never paid attention in class and your grades were bad
. You almost made Mom lose face. Plus, Mom was the vice principal before, and with the principal above me, I had to avoid suspicion to some extent. And
you were so disappointing. You only got into the city's top high school because Mom pulled some strings for you. Do you think Mom could proudly
tell people, 'I'm your mother'?"
"Uh, Mom, I'm sorry,"
I said, lowering my head guiltily. It seems that Mom's coldness towards me before was partly due to her personality,
but also because I disappointed her so much. I thought I must do better in the future so as not to disappoint Mom, but when I thought about
the thing Xu Pangzi asked me to do, I felt so troubled that my head was spinning.
Mom smiled with relief, "As long as you stay calm and work hard in the future, and don't cause Mom too much worry,
Mom will be happy."
"Then why did you call me to your office now, Mom? Don't you have to be so reserved anymore?"
Mom picked up a water glass from the table with one hand and pinched my nose with the other. "Silly child,
Mom has seen everything you've done lately.
Mom is so proud that my Xiaofeng has finally grown up and become sensible, a son that others can be proud of. Even if we publicly acknowledge you as my son, we'll only get positive feedback,
making them envious of Mom for having such an obedient, well-behaved, and academically successful son.
" "So that means I don't have to keep my distance from Mom anymore, and I can come see you often?"
With hopeful eyes, Mom finally gave in. Seeing her approval,
I was overjoyed and rushed to hug her. I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist, then hugged her back,
and unable to contain my excitement, I kissed her on the cheek.
"That's wonderful, Mom! You have no idea how many times I've seen you at school, yet couldn't go up
to you and call you 'Mom.' It was so agonizing and heartbreaking. Now... now I can finally..."
I was so excited I was almost incoherent.
Mom was startled by my sudden outburst; she hadn't expected me to be so emotional.
It was just that I was allowed to call her "Mom" at school without any hesitation, yet it made me so happy. However, after hearing
my words, she seemed relieved. She realized she had really gone too far before, only considering her own image
and work, neglecting her son's feelings.
What was even stranger was that while her son's sudden hug and kiss had shocked her, she didn't
feel any resistance; instead, she felt a little happy. What was this…?
"Okay, okay, Mom's holding a cup, don't drop it,"
Mom deliberately raised her hand holding the cup to prevent it from falling because of me, while also stopping
my overly excited behavior. Hearing Mom's call, I calmed down and let go of her.
"Hehe, sorry Mom, I got too excited."
"You little rascal, always trying to take advantage of your mother," Mom rolled her eyes at me, that fleeting charm captivating
me. Honestly, when Mom gets into a feminine mood, it's irresistible to most men. And I was no exception
.
Mom went to the water dispenser in the corner, got a glass of water, and turned her back to me. In my blind spot,
two blushes crossed her face.
"It's okay for you to come to me, but don't do it too often. This is a school, after all. It's
not proper for you to be running to my office all the time."
"Okay, Mom. If there's nothing else, I'll go back to class."
Before leaving, I still couldn't calm my excitement. I gave Mom a "Yay!" gesture
, quickly closed the door, and didn't give her any chance to scold me.
But I was overthinking it. After the door closed, Mom didn't seem angry at all. She just
sat quietly at her desk, feeling the lingering warmth on her body. Mom was lost in thought.
"What a little rascal… but he's much more sensible than his father…"
In the evening, the sunset burned the entire sky red, the evening glow like it was stained with blood. Patches of blood-red clouds seemed
like the heavens' regret for the passing time.
The campus was filled with laughter and cheerful voices. It was the happiest time of day at school—school was over!
The last rays of the setting sun shone on the smiling faces of every student, a testament to their youthful days.
I was no exception. I picked up my bag, left the classroom, and headed towards the administration building. My mother and I
had agreed to eat out for dinner tonight. She had called me during break to discuss this;
everything else was just a little something extra.
Arriving at my mother's office, I knocked gently a few times, but there was no response. I knocked a few more times,
still no answer. I found it strange and opened the door. Sure enough, my mother wasn't inside.
Strange, didn't she tell me to come to her office? Where was she? Was she playing a trick on me? No,
given my mother's personality, she wouldn't do something so pointless.
Perhaps she had simply stepped away for a moment. So I had no choice but to sit in my mother's chair and wait for her to come back.
I must say, her chair was quite comfortable, much better than the wooden stool in my classroom. No wonder she's
the principal; the treatment is definitely different.
Ten minutes passed, and my mother still hadn't returned. I paced back and forth, staring at the ceiling, utterly bored. Suddenly, my
gaze fell upon the computer on my mother's desk. For a principal at the level of a department
head, it would be unacceptable if she didn't even have an office computer. The computer screen was lit, and I glanced at the office
door; it remained closed and silent. Suddenly, a wicked thought flashed through my mind.
The image of Fatty Xu desperately begging me to help him modify the school communication system's grade data flashed through my mind.
The moment of truth had arrived. Should I help Fatty Xu, risking being discovered by my mother for the sake of loyalty,
which might send my relationship with her back to rock bottom? Or should I ignore Fatty Xu's pleas?
What should I choose? Ah—forget it, let him die. If you don't repay me properly this time, Fatty Xu
, I'll burn all your AV photo albums. Hah, Amitabha, Jade Emperor, God,
Jesus, Allah, Amen, please bless my mom not to come back so soon.
The moment I gripped the mouse, I suddenly remembered that I wasn't very good with computers. It's all Mom's fault; she
never lets me use her computer. My limited computer knowledge came from casually
hearing Fatty Xu mention it while watching AVs at his house.
Where do I even open that damn school communication system? Ugh. Right now, I feel like I've taken off my pants, everything
's ready, and I'm about to get down to business, only to find the woman is wearing a chastity belt, and a locked
one at that.
I have to say, heaven is still on my side. I randomly clicked on a browser. How do I know it
's a browser? Well, that's because Fatty Xu occasionally checks porn sites for the latest content, so
I know about this. Unexpectedly, upon opening the webpage, I found the school communication system login link
in the usual window at the top of the page. It seemed Mom had bookmarked this link for convenience.
Furthermore, the school communication system login interface that appeared later already had Mom's previous
record in the account field, which solved a major problem for me; all that remained was the password.
If I wasn't mistaken, Mom was using her usual password, the
one from her first day as a teacher. This was an unforgettable experience for Mom, her first step into the education profession.
Suddenly, a pop-up window appeared on the computer screen, indicating an incorrect password.
No? How could it not be? Mom has always used this password; I remember it clearly.
Why is it wrong? Could I have entered it incorrectly?
But no matter how many times I entered it, the result was the same. This proved that Mom wasn't using this password at all.
Time ticked by. Mom could return at any moment. I had
entered almost every number I could think of—Mom's birthday, Dad's birthday, even my second great-uncle's birthday
—but it still didn't work. What password would Mom use?
Suddenly, I saw a photo frame next to the computer, containing a picture of me and my mom when I was seven years old. In the photo, Mom...
Mom looked a bit younger than she does now, wearing a white shirt and gray skirt, exuding a youthful, artistic
vibe. I, on the other hand, looked much younger. Back then, I was chubby and only reached my mother's waist
, with a slightly round face, looking timid and trying to run away, only to be caught by her. The photographer
captured this moment.
In the photo, Mom has one hand around my neck, like she's grabbing a chick. It seems my fear of my mother
dates back much further. No wonder I'm so afraid of her now; I received quite a bit of
"special treatment" from her when I was little.
Although my childhood memories are hazy now, occasionally seeing old photos always
brings back a flood of memories, making me reminisce about those innocent days.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me. I quickly entered a few numbers into the password box and pressed enter.
"Ding!"
Success? I logged in? This password… Mom… she
actually used my birthday as her password!!
The day this photo was taken was my seventh birthday. I suddenly recalled this incident. That
day, my mother had also made plans to go out with me, just like today. But
something came up at her school, and I had to wait a long time at a friend's shop. Every time the door opened, I thought it
was my mother returning, only to be disappointed. I don't know how many times I was disappointed that day.
Even when my mother finally came back, I didn't understand her and stubbornly argued with her.
When the photo was taken, I was angry and didn't want to talk to her, but she dragged me back
.
And so, this photo came about.
I never imagined that my mother would use my birthday as a password. I thought she didn't
care about me at all. I was suddenly filled with emotion. But now that Mom finally has some expectations of me, I'm
doing something to disappoint her...
Things have come to this point, there's no point in backing down. I helped Fatty Xu this time, which was quite
a good thing, and I won't be soft-hearted again, even if you beat me to death.
I told myself, just this once, I won't let Mom down again.
After logging into the school communication system backend, everything became much simpler. Just find Fatty Xu's student ID, and his monthly exam score and
his overall evaluation for the month will appear instantly. I'll get his score up to passing; anything higher wouldn't even be
believed by the mice in his house, let alone Aunt Wen. As for the evaluation, there's no need to change
it. Generally, the homeroom teacher's evaluation won't be too harsh, so it's not a problem.
After making the changes, just as I was about to close the webpage, the door opened, and Mom walked in.
Seeing me fiddling with her computer, she frowned slightly. "Xiaofeng, didn't I tell you not to mess with Mom
's computer? There's a lot of important data on it. What if it gets lost?"
When I saw it was my mother, my mind went blank for a moment, and my heart was pounding. If
there had been a heart rate monitor, it would have been over 120. In that instant, my pupils contracted, and my fingers tapped
at lightning speed, exiting the school communication system and closing the webpage in one fluid motion. If Mom hadn't been there, I would have
been amazed by my speed.
It only took Mom a few seconds to walk quickly from the door, and I, a computer novice, could
complete so many steps in just a few seconds. How could I not be amazed?
Mom took the mouse from my hand and kept clicking on the computer screen to make sure the important data was safe.
"I was just bored while waiting for Mom, so I wanted to see if there were any games,"
I said weakly. Fortunately, Mom was focused on the files on her computer and didn't notice my guilty conscience.
Looking at Mom's serious expression, I wondered if she had found out. A moment later, Mom stopped
what she was doing and let out a sigh of relief.
Turning to me, she said, "You're lucky this time. My files are okay. Don't touch my computer unnecessarily in the future
.
" "Okay, I was just bored."
"If you're bored, you can take out a book to study, or do something else..."
"Okay, okay, stop, stop, I know I was wrong. I won't touch your computer again, Mom."
I quickly apologized. If Mom continued, it would never end, and I didn't want my hard-earned
good mood to be ruined by her scolding.
"It's good that you know you were wrong. I'm not scolding you, but the files on my computer are something I prepared for a long time
; I need them for tomorrow's meeting. All my hard work would be wasted."
"I'm sorry, Mom,"
I said, lowering my head. Seeing my sincere apology, Mom's expression softened considerably. She took out
her bag from the drawer. "Alright, Mom won't pursue this matter this time, but remember this in the future. Oh dear, it's so late
," Mom glanced at the time, "Let's go eat."
"Huh? Oh, oh—" I was a little surprised. Mom's letting me off the hook? This doesn't make sense. Before,
even if Mom calmed down, she'd at least give me the cold shoulder for a few days before things slowly returned to normal. Mom's being
way too easy on me this time! I only apologized once! If Mom were always this easy on me, I wouldn't be living
in such misery.
Looking at Mom's pretty face, I felt increasingly unable to understand her.
Night quietly fell, and the dappled lights on the streets transformed the entire city into a city that never sleeps. The bustling
streets were teeming with people, a constant flow of crowds.
After eating out, Mom and I came out of the mall. I wasn't surprised; Mom had already told me she had
some things to buy. The mall was filled with clothes, shoes, and decorations, dazzling me, but I
wasn't particularly interested in any of them. I'd rather look at Mom.
Speaking of Mom, it's rare to see her wearing mid-heeled shoes today, which made her already shapely buttocks appear even
fuller. High heels have a lifting effect on the buttocks, and although Mom's weren't sky-high, they were close enough.
Seeing Mom wear heels in her lifetime is my greatest satisfaction today. Besides, Mom's legs...
She was also wearing black stockings, a truly rare sight. I wondered why Mom was suddenly wearing black stockings today.
Oh well, might as well see it now; she might never see them again. The only downside was that Mom
was always wearing that gray skirt, which covered most of her beautiful legs. If she wore a short skirt, it would be so much
better; then I could feast my eyes.
Suddenly, there was a glass window next to me, and a black
dress on a mannequin caught my eye. The dress had a unique design, a bodycon short skirt
with a deep V-neck and a thin layer of lace underneath. It was sexy yet elegant, exuding a refined,
ladylike air.
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I thought, how wonderful it would be if Mom could wear something like that someday.
The neckline of the dress was almost below her chest. With Mom's enviable figure, surpassing even the most popular female celebrities,
how breathtaking that scene would be! If Mom were to wear lace stockings and a voluptuous bottom, wow
... no, just imagining it makes my nose bleed. It
's too scary! No, no, if Mom really dressed like that, I can't let her go out;
something bad will happen.
"Xiao Feng, what are you standing there for? Come on!"
After taking a few steps, Mom realized her son wasn't following. Turning around, she saw Xiao Feng standing in front of the glass window,
staring at a black dress, his face filled with fantasies, drooling
. She glanced up too, a blush creeping across her face.
This...this...what kind of dress is this? The neckline is so low! If he wore it, wouldn't his chest
be completely exposed? But Xiao Feng seems to like it. I didn't expect Xiao Feng to start thinking about women
's things. Well, Xiao Feng seems to be at that age...
but why does this little rascal like this kind of dress? I wonder what it would look like on him
...?
Hmm!?!?
**************************The Evil Dividing Line************************
[First, I'm celebrating my recovery from a cold. It was such a long process, but I'm finally all better! It
feels like the clouds have parted and the moon is shining through.]
[Then, thank you to the generous person who sent me the New Year's gift, which gave me so much motivation that I almost never stopped. I even
had my phone on to type while I was back in my village doing the annual rituals. Damn it!] However, recently, due to illness, I've been lying in bed
with a lot of random thoughts and inspiration, making my writing much smoother. Unfortunately, I'll be quite busy these next few days. There's one festival today (the 15th), then
another on the 19th, and then another on the 2nd of the second lunar month. It's tough; these annual rituals just keep happening. Sigh, the year has flown
by, and I don't even know what kind of year it was. I'm starting to wonder if my life is even real .
[Regarding the plot, many readers feel it's somewhat illogical. After all, it's a novel, and there are bound to be differences from reality
. I've tried to be as realistic as possible, but I can only say that I can't cater to
everyone's tastes. Different people have different preferences, and it's impossible to please everyone. I can only write according to my own ideas.
If you can't accept it, there's nothing I can do. I apologize in advance.]
[There haven't been any new comics released recently, so I'm only posting some older ones. I don't know if you've read them.
If not, you can download them to enjoy. A reader messaged me asking about chapter 18, so I'll post it here as well
. If you see it, download it yourself.]
[Finally, I wish everyone a happy Lantern Festival, a joyous reunion, and a happy family.]
Oh, right, I almost forgot to mention that many people said my character descriptions
weren't quite enough. Hmm, I've been reflecting on that and plan to work hard on the costumes. Lately, I've been researching
all sorts of information on Taobao. Wow, I was shocked by what I found! I suddenly realized how narrow my world is. Anyway
, I need to keep researching!
[Change the suffix "flt" to "7z", password: 123456]

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