Save Mom

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) (1) I traveled through

time and found myself alone in a corner at the back of the classroom, smoking a cigarette out of boredom. As the smoke rings
rose , my empty heart felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

My classmates were still making a ruckus, but they kept their distance from me.

"Hmph, childish, like little kids," I thought to myself, but they really were little kids.

Although I was only fifteen years old, I was much more mature than my peers in my third year of junior high school. Perhaps it was because time
had given me too many hardships.

"Xiao Qiang! Why are you smoking in the classroom again!" I looked up, and sure enough, it was my homeroom teacher,
Ms. Liu Yunfen, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips.

I quickly put out my cigarette. Apart from Ms. Liu Yunfen, I had no respect for any other teacher.
I don't know why, but she was particularly friendly and kind to me, this bad student, yet she always put on a fierce
look. Seeing her charming face flushed red with anger, my heart skipped a beat.
A woman still looked so well-preserved—truly stunning!

I bowed and scraped, apologizing to the teacher, "Teacher, please don't tell my mom… Teacher, you look
so sexy today!" As I spoke, I couldn't help but steal a glance at her ample bosom; her professional
attire accentuated her alluring figure.

"Alright, stop with the sweet talk. I really don't know how you became like this, sigh…" Teacher Liu frowned
and left.

Watching her swaying hips, I thought of my mother. My mother is the woman I respect most,
while Teacher Liu only ranks second.

My mother is about the same age as Teacher Liu, with the same full and alluring hips; they are equally
beautiful. Only my mother is noble and elegant, while Teacher Liu is gentle and refined.

My mother takes exceptional care of herself and is always impeccably dressed, making sure she looks beautiful every day
before going out. My mom dresses very fashionably, often wearing low-cut tops, like a female celebrity on TV. However,
people often call her a "prostitute" because of this, and every time this happens, I want to rush up and smash that person's head. I
've gotten into serious trouble several times because of this, even getting disciplined by the school, but thankfully, my mother always comes to the school
to talk to the teachers and resolve the issue for me.

My mom now runs a bathhouse and is usually very busy, but she always has to
run around .

Today I'm particularly upset because my mother is coming to the school again to deal with my issue. It
's because yesterday I used foul language towards our class monitor, Guo Xiaobin. Perhaps knowing that our homeroom teacher, Ms. Liu, always
protects me, he directly complained to his father, the head of student affairs, Guo Jian. Head of student affairs immediately called my mom to bring
her parents in. Those two hateful guys!

I especially hate Head of Student Affairs Guo Jian. He's a balding man in his forties,
always looking listless, probably from excessive indulgence. He always picks on me, then calls my mom and makes her come to
school to be scolded. What's worse, every time he sees my mom, he has a lecherous look on his face. I heard he's also
having affairs with many young teachers at the school—it's disgusting!

Time is so hard to bear. Every time I'm reported, my mom goes home and scolds me for a long time. I think Teacher Liu is
much better; she never tells my mom anything bad about me. Thinking that my next class is with that pretentious English teacher, I
slipped out the back door of the classroom to get some fresh air.

After wandering aimlessly for a long time, I looked around and realized I was near the dean's office. His
office was on the first floor of the south building, eerie and terrifying, just like Guo Jian himself; few people bothered with him.

The office doors and windows were tightly closed, and the curtains were drawn. I thought to myself, "Damn it, this bastard is definitely
up to no good."

Curious, I pressed my face against the window, peering through the small gap in the curtains. Holy
crap, there it was—a pornographic scene unfolding inside. "This is too outrageous," I thought viciously. "
Aren't becoming famous?"

Director Guo sat upright in his chair, facing the window where I was, his legs wide open. A naked, voluptuous
woman was bent over between his legs, her head buried in his crotch,
moving . The woman's plump buttocks swayed back and forth, and they were no less

impressive than Teacher Liu's I had just seen. Just looking at the snow-white buttocks wasn't enough. I desperately hoped that the woman would turn around and see
which teacher from the school was doing such a shameful thing with Guo Jian in the office at this time.

Just then, I felt my ear being pulled hard. I almost cried out in pain. I turned around and saw it
was Teacher Liu again. She pulled me aside and asked softly, "What are you doing here during class time?
What ?" "Oh, I need to talk to Teacher Guo about something." I never blushed when I lied, my eyes fixed on
Teacher Liu.

Ms. Liu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Guo isn't here. Come find him again tomorrow. Now hurry up and go
to class." I nodded and walked away quickly. After about six or seven steps, I suddenly looked back
, and
Ms. Liu was still staring at me. I quickly ran away, taking two steps at a time, until I was far away from the office. Then I looked back again, and Ms. Liu had vanished, as if she had evaporated into thin air.

Could Ms. Liu have gone into Director Guo's office too? Impossible!

Driven by curiosity, I sneaked back to that mysterious window. Seeing that no one was around, my heart pounded
wildly, and my eyes pressed against that tiny slit again.

Inside, a scene of eroticism unfolded. This time, a beautiful woman in an office lady suit was kneeling between Director Guo's legs—it was indeed
Ms. Liu! My heart suddenly ached. My Ms. Liu, why did you submit to this lewd man
? I could even hear my heart bleeding.

Watching her practiced movements, I really wanted to break down the door and protect my teacher.

The woman was naked, passionately kissing Director Guo, who was
wantonly . Looking at her familiar long hair, my heart suddenly tightened. In the rush of the moment, and because she wasn't
dressed, I hadn't even noticed how much her back resembled my mother's.

I couldn't believe it, and stared wide-eyed as I looked inside. After a long, drawn-out kiss with Director Guo, the woman
turned around and said something to Teacher Liu.

Now I saw it clearly, it really was my mother.

A mix of emotions overwhelmed me. I never imagined that the two women I respected most would be doing
such a lewd thing with the man I hated most. Looking at my mother's beautiful face, her expression was so wanton.

I remembered how my mother was always reserved and polite when dealing with men in business, often even
ignoring them; those men included high-ranking officials, all far superior to this bastard
Guo Jian !

Sweat beaded on my mother's beautiful face, her long, flowing hair disheveled; her full, firm breasts
were being wantonly rubbed and played with by Guo Jian's rough hands. Seeing this, I nearly exploded.

Then the three men stood up and walked to the sofa. Only then did I notice another
person on the sofa. Looking at that familiar lewd smile, it was Guo Xiaobin, Director Guo's son! His languid posture
suggested they had just finished a lewd encounter!

Damn it! What kind of world is this!

So many blows in one day!

Damn it!

The four of them were on the sofa, paired up one by one. My mother was giving Guo Xiaobin oral sex, and Teacher Liu was continuing to give Director Guo
oral sex . Watching their familiar movements and tacit cooperation, it seemed they had done this kind of lewd act countless times.

My God!

Suddenly, I was consumed by rage, unable to vent my anger! The two women I respected and loved most, and
the two men I hated most—a father and son—were engaging in debauchery together.

I gasped for breath, trying to calm myself down. After a while, for some reason
, I decided not to interrupt their performance. A strong urge compelled me to know how my mother
and my teacher had sex with men, even if it was a foursome.

I swallowed hard, and my penis unconsciously became erect.

Inside the room, a scene of eroticism unfolded.

Guo Xiaobin grabbed my mother's hair and thrust his large penis in and out rapidly several times, making her scream with pleasure,
her juices dripping continuously from her mouth; meanwhile, Director Guo squinted his eyes, enjoying Teacher Liu's meticulous sucking
and licking, while patting Teacher Liu's cheek: "Not bad, Teacher Liu, your oral skills have improved again. When are you going to call
Zhang Qiang to come and enjoy it too?" Hearing my name, Teacher Liu trembled all over, making "woo-woo"
sounds in protest, which made Director Guo laugh out loud.

Guo Xiaobin said, "We should call Zhang Qiang over, that kid always looks like a slut, I really want to tell
him that his mother is being fucked like a bitch by us all day long, hahahaha!" Hearing Guo Xiaobin's words, my mother's movements became even
more exaggerated, one hand stroking Guo Xiaobin's dark and ugly scrotum, the other hand holding his
penis , playing deep throat for him, swallowing and spitting deeply, each time the large penis directly hit his throat, making
"plop plop" sounds.

Because Director Guo and Guo Xiaobin had been playing with Mom in the room for a while, each ejaculating inside
her , they were both particularly persistent this time, and hadn't felt the urge to ejaculate even after oral sex for a while.

Director Guo glanced at Teacher Liu and said, "Teacher Liu, look, the three of us are all naked,
except you, who's still dressed. How about we play something more exciting this time..." Teacher Liu gently spat out the large penis from her mouth, looked
up at Director Guo, and asked in confusion, "How?" The two people next to her also looked at
Director Guo curiously.

Director Guo said mysteriously, "Let's play a rape game!" Guo Xiaobin's eyes lit up
immediately .

Teacher Liu quickly waved her hands, "Ugh—no, no!" At this moment, my eyes were almost popping out of their sockets,
and I didn't care about anything else, so I reached into my pants and started masturbating.

Teacher Liu said as she ran towards the door, but Guo Xiaobin grabbed her from behind and pushed her to the ground, straddling her
and starting to tear her clothes. There was a sound of tearing fabric.

"Ah! No! I have to go to class later!" Teacher Liu struggled weakly.

Over here, Director Guo had flipped Mom over and pinned her down. Compared to Teacher Liu, Mom's resistance was much
stronger, but unfortunately, lying on the sofa, she was completely powerless.

Director Guo slapped Mom's buttocks hard, and soon her plump buttocks were covered with finger marks.
Mom's acting was very convincing, and she cursed loudly, "You beast! Let me go!" Hearing the curses, Director Guo became even more enthusiastic,
spreading Mom's buttocks apart and thrusting his huge penis into her anus.

Mom, of course, refused to give in, twisting her buttocks with all her might, trying to get rid of that huge penis, while constantly
cursing, "Fuck you, Guo Jian!" Director Guo also shouted, "Fuck! I'll fuck you to death, you slut!" He gripped
Mom's buttocks tightly and finally stuffed the head of his penis into her anus.

Without lubrication, Mom frowned, her face contorted in pain: "It hurts so much, you son of a bitch
!" Director Guo laughed loudly: "Fuck your mother! How come you always act like such a noblewoman?
Now I'm going to fuck you like a bitch!" "Ah! Ah! Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm your bitch!"
Mom's noble face was now filled with lust, all her usual reserved and unapproachable demeanor gone.

The battle between Guo Xiaobin and Teacher Liu had ended. Teacher Liu's clothes were torn
to shreds , her body and face covered in semen, a smear of color. Teacher Liu looked aggrieved,
tears seemingly still clinging to her eyelashes, her lower body a mess, too painful to look at closely.

(At this point, my penis trembled involuntarily, almost ejaculating.

Young people have good stamina; Guo Xiaobin, having just ejaculated, was already standing before Mom with an erect penis.)

At this moment, Director Guo had positioned Mom in a doggy-style position, her buttocks raised high, as he penetrated her anus;
in front, Guo Xiaobin was grabbing Mom's hair and using her mouth as a vagina.

I don't know how long they did it; I was almost numb from standing outside, but they were still full of enthusiasm.

Finally, Guo Xiaobin and Director Guo ejaculated thick semen one after the other. Director Guo's semen covered Mom's
large buttocks, while Guo Xiaobin still ejaculated face-first, his thin semen smearing Mom's face like a face mask.

Mom finally let out a wild scream during her orgasm, which I could hear clearly from outside.

Watching Mom's satisfied expression during her orgasm, I ejaculated. A nameless emptiness, a sense of loss after ejaculation.

I stood up and ran frantically. I didn't know where my destination was.

The greatest pain in life is that the past cannot be changed, and one can only helplessly accept the cruel fate.
"I'm suffering! But I'm different. I want to change, I want to shatter this hateful barrier!"

I ran out of the school. The gatekeeper didn't stop me, he just said, "Another kid's gone mad."
Like Forrest Gump, I ran tirelessly, trying to escape that hateful comfort. As I ran, suddenly,
I heard a sharp truck horn. I turned around and saw that I was already in the middle of the road, and a
heavy truck was rushing towards me!

That's it, I'm dead... I closed my eyes.

I don't know how much time passed, it was as if nothing had happened.

I opened my eyes again and saw that the truck was far away from me.

"Hey! What's wrong?" Only then did I notice a beautiful girl standing next to me, talking to me. Maybe it was because
I had survived a near-death experience, but everything felt so wrong.

"When that truck came rushing over, you were just standing there in a daze. Luckily I pulled you up, but you didn't even thank
me, you just stood there like a wooden doll. Am I stupid?" The girl babbled on
and on .

I stared blankly at the girl in front of me. Her features looked incredibly familiar, though her clothes were so
outdated , like something from the 1990s.

I looked around—holy crap! These were all my childhood photos!
These old houses had been demolished long ago during the old city's redevelopment.

Had I just crossed a time portal during that life-or-death moment?

"Time travel?" I blurted out this buzzword I would never have believed before.

"What time travel? Everyone's so superstitious these days. I've run into several like you today." The
girl rolled her eyes at me, her allure making me instantly weak and my penis hard.

"Thank you! You saved my life today." I wiped the cold sweat from my brow. Although it was time travel,
I wasn't like those idiots. I quickly adapted to my new role: since fate had given me this opportunity, it must
have a purpose. Considering what had just happened, it must be to help me protect the two
women !

"What time is it today?" I asked the beautiful woman beside me, regaining my composure.

"Month x, Day x."

"Uh, year, year..."

"Are you really stupid?" She looked at me with a suspicious gaze, but seeing my sincere face,
she told me, "This year is 1996."

"Oh—I can't remember anything now, what should I do?" I thought of myself as someone who had suddenly
appeared , a lost soul, not knowing where to go, and quickly asked her.

"Well, I see. You don't seem like a bad person, come with me first. I'm going to a friend's house now, you
can come with me too."

"Okay!" I nodded like a dog. The girl looked at me and couldn't help but smile.

(2) The Drunken Mother

Some people say that the boys most liked by girls are those with feminine qualities, such as being meticulous,
emotionally sensitive, and romantic. I grew up in a single-parent family and spent all my time with my mother, so
I was exposed many feminine qualities, and therefore I was quite popular with women.

But deep down, the question I most wanted to know was, who is my father?

"Who is my father?" I've asked my mother this question many times.

"He's dead," my mother always answers coldly.

"Then what kind of person was he?" I ask again.

"He was a good person," my mother replies.

This answer obviously doesn't satisfy me. Whenever I wake up late at night, I always think of my father. He
must have been a tall, strong, and handsome man.

"Hey! What are you thinking about?" The girl patted my head.

"Oh, nothing, I was thinking about you..." The girl glared at me: "What are you thinking about? Don't try to
get close to me ." I said nonchalantly: "Don't flatter yourself. I was thinking about what your name is!"

"Pig! How did you come up with that?" "Then tell me your name!" The girl punched
me a few times with her small fist: "I won't tell you." I pretended to resist, and took the opportunity to squeeze the girl's small hand.
"Hmm, so smooth!"

"Actually, I was just thinking about what it would be like if someone went back to the past," I said to the girl.

"Well, this question has been discussed a lot in academia. If someone goes back in time and kills their
father, wouldn't they never be born again? How could they possibly go back in time?" the girl said.

"Yeah, yeah!" I said, "Wouldn't that be illogical?" "Yes, that's why
people have proposed the concept of parallel universes, which means that outside of our universe, there are infinitely many clone universes,
representing endless possibilities," the girl said.

"Another view is that this is due to the limitations of human thinking," the girl continued, "
Actually , if someone really went back in time, everything would be different; it would be a completely new world."

I stared at the girl with wide eyes, "Wow, you're so amazing! How do you know so much! I'm impressed!"

The girl smiled, "Because I study physics and am a science fiction enthusiast."

"Oh, I was just being polite. Don't get too cocky," I teased her again.

But after the girl's reminder, it suddenly occurred to me: If I calculate the dates, I've traveled back from 2012 to 1996
, a span of sixteen years. Precisely speaking, this is the time my mother is about to conceive me. My parents
must have conceived me recently through intercourse. If I find my mother, I'll also know
who my father is. The key is, I don't know where my mother lives right now.

Just then, the girl led me to a rented room and knocked on the door. At that moment, I had a strong
premonition…

A lazy voice inside said, "Come in, the door's open." The girl and I entered the room. The
furnishings were simple but tasteful. A sexy woman was reclining on the sofa watching TV. Her
wavy hair obscured most of her face, and she wore a nightgown that barely covered her private parts, revealing half of her firm, round breasts
. The nightgown hem only reached her hips, exposing most of her plump, round buttocks, and the
light-colored panties she wore made my penis hard. Her legs were even more arousing, long, straight, and slender.
Smooth, snow-white, dazzling, and seemingly powerful—truly exquisite. I couldn't help but swallow hard.

The woman looked up, saw us, and smiled, showing no
shyness .

Her gaze stunned me. Holy crap! Isn't that my mom? I only
recognized , and my jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. It was my fault for being so focused on her
figure that I hadn't realized she looked like my mother in her youth. I'd only ever seen
her ; I never imagined she was so breathtakingly beautiful in real life.

Her seemingly innocent face was a blend of maturity and sexiness, especially her captivating eyes—a single glance
could make you weak in the knees and your manhood harden; her red lips, so vibrant and inviting, made me want to pounce and kiss them
endlessly; her head tilted slightly as she looked at us, exuding an indescribable aura, a cold arrogance mixed with
allure , further fueling a man's possessiveness.

My mother looked like a combination of all the female stars of the 1990s; even Zhang Min, Qiu Shuzhen, and Wen Bixia
couldn't compare.

"Hey! You're staring!" the girl next to me said, displeased.

"No, I just think your friend looks like someone I know," I quickly explained, though
it was the truth.

The girl didn't believe my explanation and pouted angrily. My mother smiled slightly, crossed her legs, and the hem of
her pajamas covered the outline of her underwear. This almost made my eyes pop out of their sockets, and I kept glancing at my mother's
lower body.

The girl pointed at me and said to her mother, "This is my friend, her name is... wait, what's your name?"

I glanced around. Before I transmigrated, my name was Zhang Qiang, but since it's a new beginning, I might as well change it
. So I replied, "I think it's Chu Qiang."

The girl glared at me, "What do you mean 'seems like'? Are you really stupid?"

At this moment, my mother spoke up, "Yunfen, quickly invite your good friend to sit down!"

"What good friend? Sister Jiang, don't talk nonsense, I just picked her up on the way." The girl
quickly defended herself.

"Yunfen"—isn't that Teacher Liu's name? My goodness, things in this world are too coincidental.

Maybe this is God's arrangement! Otherwise, how could I have transmigrated inexplicably?

I turned my head to look at "Yunfen" carefully, wondering how I hadn't noticed that she was the teacher.

(She had a neat short haircut, and her personality was even more cheerful and outgoing. No wonder I didn't recognize her at first;
the change was indeed quite significant.)

"Oh, you men are all the same, aren't you afraid your eyes will pop out of your head!" Yunfen
said fiercely.

"I was just thinking, how come there's such a big difference between people! Look at Sister Jiang, how beautiful she is,
and then look at you..." My mother was probably around twenty years old at this point, so I also called out
"Sister Jiang." Yunfen was so angry she didn't want to talk. Girls, after all, hate being told they're ugly.

My mother quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, are you here to bicker or to have some fun?" "Sigh,
staying at home is too boring, so I wanted to come out for a stroll, but I didn't expect to run into this guy, what bad luck,"
Yunfen said.

"Come on, with your fierce look, no one will want to hang out with you!" I teased her.

"Pshaw, there's a line of guys chasing after me stretching for blocks!" Yunfen retorted.

My mother watched our bickering with a smile, but I dared not forget my purpose, so I
tentatively asked, "Sister Jiang must be taken, right?"

My mother didn't even look at me, and leisurely replied, "Me..." "Sister Jiang isn't an ordinary woman;
most men would have a hard time even getting a glimpse of her!" Yunfen chimed in triumphantly, "I think even Bill Gates
or Bill Clinton wouldn't be worthy of her." It seems Bill Gates' image as the world's richest man was already
deeply ingrained in people .

I figured I wouldn't get anything out of them; why would they confide such private matters to a stranger?

Suddenly, a thorny issue occurred to me: I came into this world all alone, where would I
stay ? I'm too young, I don't even have an ID card, and even if I did, a second-generation ID card wouldn't work here
. Not only that, the money I carried wouldn't work either; if those novel banknotes appeared on the market, I
'd at least be charged with "disrupting the financial market order." Seeing my silence and troubled expression, Yunfen asked,
"Hey, what's wrong?" I couldn't explain the time travel to them yet, so I said, "This is troublesome.
I really can't remember anything except my own name, and I didn't bring anything with me. What should I do?"
Seeing that I wasn't faking it, Yunfen frowned as well.

My mother said, "If you don't know where to stay, just stay here for now. I have a spare room, but I'm afraid
you won't be comfortable." Staying with my mother was exactly what I wanted! Suppressing my inner joy, I said, "
This... I'm afraid that's not a good idea. It would be too much of a bother for you, Sister Jiang." "It's alright. You're like a little brother to me. Staying here
for a while is fine," my mother said.

My mother was indeed generous. I quickly said, "Okay, I'll stay here for now. I'll
move out ."

Yunfen said, "Then that's the only way. You just stay put and don't have any other crazy
ideas." I nodded quickly in agreement.

"Alright, it's getting late, I'll head back now," Yunfen said.

After seeing Yunfen off, Mom settled me into another bedroom. It was a small suite,
two bedrooms , a living room, a bathroom, and a small kitchen. Though small, it was fully equipped with all the necessary appliances and furniture; for
those days, it was considered quite comfortable.

Mom said to me, "I'm going out tonight. There's some food in the fridge, so please make do with it yourself
."

She then turned and went back to her own room.

As soon as Yunfen left, Mom's attitude immediately turned cold, which surprised me a little. But
I couldn't blame I was an uninvited guest, and she was already being very kind by taking me in—she was giving her friend face
.

That evening, I grabbed some food from the fridge to eat, then went back to bed, pondering my next
plan. Returning to this world with over ten years of experience, I suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment. What to do next…
What should I do? I had no idea.

My mind was constantly in a state of sexual arousal, always thinking about having
sex I couldn't think of anything else.

Soon, I felt tired and lay on the bed, not wanting to move. This day had really worn me out.

Recalling the many things that had happened that day, especially that shocking scene in Director Guo's office—my mother
and Teacher Liu lying between Director Guo and his son, Guo Xiaobin—Teacher Liu's delicate and charming appearance, her shy
expression ; my mother's wanton and lewd manner, her expression of ecstasy, her skillful sexual techniques—my two most beloved women
were being held down and wantonly played with by the two men I hated most. It was infuriating yet strangely exciting. Thinking about
all this , I couldn't help but reach down to my crotch again…

After a good time, I lay weakly on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time had passed, but I heard a series of loud thuds outside. I
woke up , my penis still erect.

I groggily got out of bed, opened the door, and saw my mother lying unconscious on the living room floor,
seemingly drunk.

I quickly helped her up. She was heavily made up, exuding an indescribable allure. Her
tank top barely covered her sensitive areas, and she wore a tight miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and high boots. This outfit
instantly aroused me.

She reeked of alcohol, and her usually slender body felt incredibly heavy. It took me a while to lift her 　　and
place her on the sofa. The thought of her dressed so provocatively in the middle of the night, going out drinking with someone, and
the faint smell of semen on her skin, tinged with a slightly fishy odor, filled me with a strong urge to climb those mountains. 　　Young people often harbor strong Oedipus complexes, especially with someone as young and beautiful as my mother. I've always been fascinated by my mother's body, but back then, my impression of her was one of nobility and inviolability. 　　But today, seeing her lying so wantonly between Director Guo and his son Guo Xiaobin, moaning and groaning , that noble image of hers crumbled in an instant. 　　Thinking of this, I couldn't wait to reach out and grasp my mother's high, firm breasts. For the first time, I touched her private area, and the sensation was indescribably pleasurable. Even through the thin straps and bra, I could still feel the firmness and strength of her breasts, yet they were incredibly soft. 　　I kneaded them passionately, as if playing with a pair of priceless treasures, when suddenly my mother grabbed my hand. 　　"Mom's awake?" I felt a fear of being discovered, my face turning bright red. I quickly stopped , seeing that my mother hadn't opened her eyes. 　　"Ah…don't stop!" my mother moaned. As she spoke, she pulled my hand down, and I immediately understood. My hand slipped under my mother's skirt, my fingers kneading her tender vulva through her thin panties. My mother's 　　vagina was quickly soaked with her juices, and her delicate panties were pulled off. 　　"Come on!" My mother's tone left no room for argument. 　　I hesitated. I couldn't believe my mother was so wanton at this time. What was the point of my time travel then? My heart ached. 　　I thought about how my mother had to go out drinking with men late at night, with those ugly, pot-bellied men, having to smile, tell dirty jokes, be groped by their large, ugly hands, have her slender waist held, and have her breasts fondled in front of everyone. 　　Even more terrifying images flashed through my mind: my mother's body being wantonly played with , being pinned to the ground, her pink vagina being wildly penetrated, even her mouth not spared, just like what I had seen in Director Guo's office. 　　I couldn't help but swallow hard. Had my mother always lived like this? Looking at my half-naked mother, I had a strong urge to pin my beautiful mother down and fuck her wantonly. 　　My huge penis was already swollen to its limit, pressing uncomfortably against my pants. I impatiently pulled down my pants, revealing my burning hot rod. 　　At that moment, a rational voice in my mind reminded me: This is incest! 　　Desire was burning my reason! 　　In my mind, two opposing little figures were fighting. 　　"This is your mother! How can you have such filthy and despicable thoughts?" one little figure said. 　　"But I've traveled to another world! This is a different world!" the other little figure retorted. 　　"The blood relationship is still there!" "But Mom was so promiscuous, who knows how many men she's been with . What am I compared to her? It's nothing!" said the little figure of desire. 　　"My mission is to protect Mom and prevent her from being hurt by others!" "It's okay, she won't know my true identity..." 　　At this moment, Mom's face became very irritable. She opened her hazy eyes and urged urgently, "Come and take me!" 　　That charming voice sounded the horn of attack. I finally couldn't hold back and pounced hard on Mom's sexy body . 　　　　　　　　　　　　　(3) Pushing down Mom 　　Mom was so beautiful that I didn't have time to appreciate her properly. I held her delicate face and kissed her wantonly. 　　Her hazy eyes, high nose, and sexy lips were covered with the marks of my kisses. Greedy saliva wet her beautiful cheeks. 　　Mom's continuous muffled moans, like silk threads, fueled my passion. She hugged my back tightly with both hands, and her sexy breasts pressed against my chest, making me almost go crazy. She twisted her body, letting me feel that soft and tender... 　　Ah! I felt like my body was about to explode! 　　My mother sensed my passion, and her slender legs parted slightly, revealing the hidden paradise beneath the dark forest. 　　I imitated a scene from a pornographic film, clumsily opening her long, white legs, my glans pulsating with heat, my large penis pressing hard against her genitals, then thrusting in with a sudden, powerful thrust! 　　My penis slid out, and the youthful impulsiveness and restlessness drove me to repeatedly thrust, trying to penetrate her honeyed depths, but I could never quite get it right.

"Ah—" My roughness finally hurt Mom. She seemed to realize I was a virgin, and
gently grasped my hot, thick penis with her slender hand, guiding it to the entrance of her paradise.

I thrust my hips forward, penetrating again, my large penis parting her labia and entering her warm, wet
vagina.

Oh! This is the taste of a sexy woman! This is the taste of a beautiful mother!

Tight! So tight! The warm, wet cavity tightly enveloped my large penis.

It felt so fucking good!

My beautiful and noble mother was finally fucked by me! She finally submitted to my penis!

Without time to savor the pleasure, and without any technique, I was like a bull in heat, thrusting back and forth inside
Mom 's body, pumping my large penis. Mom's hands tightly hugged my neck,
like a small boat on the sea, undulating with my thrusts, her slender, white legs tightly wrapped around my
waist to maintain her balance.

Although I was only fifteen years old, daily physical training had given me a strong body. My strong, powerful
body slammed against my mother's delicate, soft body, making loud "slap slap" sounds.

I roughly rubbed my mother's body; every part of her body was beautiful, every part was sexy. She
was the most beautiful and pure goddess in my heart, but at this moment, burning with raging desire, I could no longer
appreciate this beautiful and sexy body; I could only conquer, conquer again and again!

My mother could only passively endure my thrusts, her red lips constantly uttering moans of "Ah! Ah!"

After about a hundred thrusts, I felt a numbness in my lower back, and wave after wave of thick semen shot into my mother's
body .

"Phew!" I breathed a long sigh of relief, not expecting to ejaculate so easily.

My mother was clearly not satisfied yet; she played with my testicles with one hand and stroked my penis with the other. Soon, with
such skillful technique, my large penis regained its vigor, even more terrifying than before.

This time I had calmed down, no longer as impatient and rough as before.

I slowly removed my mother's tank top and bra, revealing a pair of firm, high-perched breasts before
me.

Beautiful! So beautiful!

Like peaches from heaven, perfectly shaped and vibrantly colored. I couldn't resist pouncing on them and gently nibbling,
noticing several purple marks already visible.

My mother then let out a groan, a mixture of pain and pleasure: "Ah...gentle...so good!"
She bit her lower lip, the pleasure overpowering the pain, occasionally thrusting her chest forward, her breasts hardening slightly, her nipples erect
.

Damn it! I wonder which lucky man was able to enjoy my mother's breasts so comfortably,
even leaving his mark on them.

I closed my eyes, all I could think of were perverted men roughly kneading my mother's
perfect breasts with their rough hands, biting her nipples with their filthy teeth.

Ah! I can't take it anymore!

My chest was filled with anger and desire, desperately needing release!

I parted my mother's legs again, looking at her genitals, a mess from my earlier ravaging: a few drops of semen clung to her once neat
pubic hair , her labia were split open, revealing the bright red inside, and
red marks from my hard thrusts clung to her thighs and buttocks.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of pity; after all, she was my mother, and I should be gentle.

I gently lay on top of her, feeling her softness. I grasped one breast in each hand, like a playful
rabbit in my grasp. I slowly leaned closer, feeling her warmth, and
took her breasts into my mouth, kissing them with my lips, gently licking the marks, some shallow, some deep.

My mother sensed my gentleness and passion; one foot slid onto my buttocks, gently caressing and
teasing me.

My tongue lightly touched her nipples again and again, stimulating her to tremble and utter
moans of "Oh... Ah..."

My tongue slid down her smooth abdomen, gently licking the base of her thighs, my hands
caressing her exquisite legs clad in black fishnet stockings.

"Ah! So good..." My mother's moans grew louder and louder.

A light-colored fluid gushed from her vagina, wetting the sofa.

My mother is truly wanton. She always seems so proud and
unapproachable , yet in bed she's a familiar face, her body played with by countless men. Perhaps
many things are like this; appearances and reality are completely different.

I've lived with my mother for over ten years and never realized she was so wanton until
I saw .

Is my mother naturally wanton? Why didn't I notice it before?

Perhaps it's because I always considered her a saint, so I never discovered her
wanton side. Actually, looking back now, many things aren't without reason. For example, Mom
is always busy with social engagements, but I just assumed she was always busy with business; Mom always meticulously puts on makeup and dresses fashionably,
but I just thought she was trendy and a hot mom… Ugh! Am I too naive, too stupid?

(When Mom was already aroused, I didn't hesitate anymore. I lifted Mom's beautiful legs, raised my huge cock, and
climbed on top of her again.

This time, I was skilled, and my huge cock quickly found its way in, slowly pressing in, the swollen, engorged
glans squeezing into the tender flesh. My hot, thick cock slowly and powerfully advanced,
invading Mom's vagina.

"Uh—ah!" Mom let out a long, comfortable moan, the pleasure of my thick cock penetrating her made
her feel like she was floating on air, and she hugged my broad back tightly. She supported her body with her legs, lifting her buttocks to welcome my
powerful penetration.)

My glans felt the pleasure of the layers of tender flesh inside my mother's vagina, like
a winding , secluded path that needed to be savored. This exquisite treasure ignited my desire to conquer, and my glans
broke through all obstacles, advancing bravely.

Ah! Finally, it's inside! So damn good!

The hot, throbbing cock filled the entire vagina, reaching the cervix. The warmth and softness of the vagina...
Like a mother's embrace, my large penis lingered, unwilling to leave.

My mother bit her lower lip, letting out soft moans through her teeth, clearly enjoying herself immensely. Although her vagina
had been through many encounters, the impact of my youthful and powerful thrusts was a rare treat.

Instead of the hasty thrusts of before, I savored the experience slowly, varying my
technique—sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. My mother's vagina contracted and tightened intermittently, sending waves of pleasure through me.

Suddenly, I thrust hard a few times, each stroke hitting the flesh, and my mother responded with
moans Then I slowed the pace, gently thrusting and withdrawing. Unable to bear the fleeting emptiness
, my mother's body writhed like a fish, her plump buttocks rising and falling to meet my penis.

Feeling my mother's intense desire for intercourse, I was almost intoxicated! Having

sex with a young mother is so wonderful! So vibrant and alluring!

Beads of sweat glistened on Mom's flushed face, her hair disheveled, her cherry-like breasts slightly parted, constantly uttering
wanton moans and erotic words; her fair body had delicate, smooth skin that felt like
silk from Suzhou and Hangzhou to the touch.

As I thrust into her hard, I gazed at Mom's curvaceous figure, her breasts high and firm, swaying and rising and falling with each
stroke . I buried my head deep in Mom's cleavage,
unable to extricate myself from that gentle embrace. My hands grasped and squeezed her snow-white breasts, my mouth wide open, frantically sucking on the tiny grapes on her pink areolas
, like a greedy infant suckling at its mother's milk, unwilling to let go for a long time.

Mom, too, was caught in this wave after wave of desire, her moans echoing throughout the room.

After hundreds of thrusts, seeing the blissful and intoxicated expression on my mother's face, I felt another surge of desire. I
suddenly hoisted her long, straight body onto my shoulders and began to thrust and pound at full power again.

Since I had already ejaculated once, I was now at my peak power and didn't need to worry about going off-key.

My mother looked at me in surprise, perhaps not expecting me to have such terrifying strength. Her moans grew
louder louder: "Ah! Ah! So good... harder! Oh—I'm going to die!"

Hearing this wanton cry, I fucked her again.

Damn, she's so wanton!

My mother clenched her fists, her expression one of ecstasy, her legs clamped tightly together. I never imagined that such shapely,
long, white legs could be so strong and powerful, making it impossible for me to slow down my thrusts. I could
only keep accelerating and accelerating. My big cock was almost at the point of explosion.

I kept caressing my mother's soft, beautiful, and sexy body to soothe the urge to explode in my lower body. I watched as
she, too, was overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, her flushed body writhing, her eyes
glazed, her hair disheveled, her cheeks burning, her mouth moaning incessantly, panting heavily.

Finally, my mother reached her climax, her body convulsing, her vagina contracting and expanding, a torrent of vaginal fluid gushing
out , drenching my glans.

I, too, couldn't withstand such intense stimulation; my urethra opened, and semen erupted, quickly filling
my mother's vagina and flowing out continuously. I collapsed weakly onto my mother, feeling as if I had found my home, no
longer wanting to move.

After the passion subsided, my mother calmed down, no longer as frenzied as before, her drunkenness mostly gone.

"I love you!" I said tenderly, looking at my mother's beautiful yet weary face.

"Every man says that..." my mother replied coldly, unimpressed.

"Every man?" I asked, puzzled.

"What do you think I do?" Mom sneered.

Seeing me standing there stunned, she patted my cheek. "My job is to make men happy, but
sometimes I need men to make me happy too, like you, young and energetic! I like you!"

Hearing Mom say this, I couldn't help but feel angry. I never thought Mom would be like this. I shouted
, "How could you say that! I really like you! Please stop!"

Mom snorted, "Like me, love me? How long have you known me? Loving me means trying to change me
? You're so naive!"

"Naive," so that was Mom's assessment of me. A bitter feeling welled up inside me.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered a line from "The Young Triumph": "At thirteen, one thinks oneself
quite important to the world, while the world is only just beginning to forgive one's naiveté."

Looking at Mom's heartless expression, I felt an indescribable helplessness.

"Go back to your room, you'll understand," Mom said, patting my head.

I returned to my room, dejected.

That day, I seemed to have matured a lot, but it wasn't until the next day that I realized I was wrong again.

(4) Stranger I

don't know how long I slept, my head was dizzy and I didn't want to get up.

Maybe it was because I had a big battle with my mother last night that had exhausted me too much. Thinking of my mother's sexy and beautiful
body, my little monk actually got hard again.

He's really not honest, damn it!

I thought of my mother's indifferent look after we made love, and I felt a wave of disappointment. If my mother didn't
have feelings for me, why would she be so affectionate with me? Why did she let me enjoy her flawless body?

I was thinking wildly when the door was suddenly kicked open!

Two big, burly men rushed in and lifted me off the bed. Damn it! What's
going on ? I just came to this world and I don't know many people yet. Who did I offend?

I was about to open my mouth and shout when one of the bald men swung his fist and punched me hard in the stomach!

Damn it! It really hurts! I felt my face turn green, my internal organs distort and shift, my body went limp
and I had no ability to resist. I didn't even dare to think of screaming for help.

But I still had my thinking ability; my brain raced.

Are these time police? These two big guys arrived so quickly, both wearing sunglasses and trench coats,
quite like something out of The Matrix. Suddenly, all sorts of movie scenes flashed through my mind: "savior," "In Time
," I couldn't help but admire my own associative abilities, a bitter smile creeping onto my lips.

As it turned out, I was fucking overthinking it. These two bastards dragged me into the living room and put me on a chair...
Then, they skillfully took out a rope and tightly bound me to the chair. What the hell? They're pulling me so tight
!

At that moment, I noticed another masked man in the living room. I could only vaguely see his triangular eyes, which
gleamed with a sinister light. He was dressed in a suit and his shoes were shiny, making him look like a high-ranking official.
My mother was also in the living room, receiving similar treatment. She was wearing an ordinary house dress, her hands
tied behind her back, and was thrown onto the sofa, her mouth taped shut. Judging from her disheveled hair and
bloodshot , she had clearly been in a fierce struggle.

The masked man in the suit ignored me after the two burly men dragged me out of the room, focusing instead on toying with
my mother . He groped her mature and sexy body, squeezing and kneading her flesh
. His finger marks were left on her high breasts, flat stomach, and full buttocks.

My mother groaned continuously, her body twisting and turning like a shrimp, her legs kicking wildly. The masked man in the suit
was playing with my mother's stunningly beautiful legs with great interest, like a mischievous cat toying with its
prey. He grabbed her right ankle, caressing her smooth, delicate calf, then
slid his hand up her thigh, and then to her groin…

My mother struggled desperately, but with her hands bound and her legs powerless, she tried to cry out for help,
but her mouth was taped shut, and only a helpless, pitiful groan could be heard.

Seeing this, I could no longer tolerate it!

"Hey! What are you doing?" I roared at the masked man in the suit.

The masked man in the suit slowly walked up to me, magically producing a leather whip. He scrutinized me
for a moment , then tapped my cheek with it. His voice was deep and hoarse, like the
twisted old man in Saw: "So, you're Jiang Zhuyun's little man, aren't you?"

Looking at the whip in his hand, I felt a chill run down my spine: "You… what do you want?"

"Hehehe!" The masked man laughed, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of hell, like the sharp, piercing sound of
fingernails scraping glass.

Hearing that sound made me want to vomit. But now, being at his mercy, I managed to control myself.

"You're quite something, living with Xiaoyun, you seem very happy," the masked man continued.

"So what?" I asked.

The masked man poked my head with the tip of the whip: "Do you even know whose woman Xiaoyun is?" His
voice was filled with rage.

(This situation is also a bit scary. Damn, it seems I've gotten myself into big trouble!)

I was now the center of attention in the room. Even though my mother couldn't speak, she was
staring intently at me. But I just couldn't muster that heroic, death-defying courage. I admit I was cowardly,
because I had absolutely no idea what was going on. How did I suddenly become my mother's boyfriend?

"Speak the hell out!" The masked man in the suit picked up a whip and lashed it across my body. A tear appeared in my thin shirt
, and my skin burned with pain!

Damn it!

I frantically shook my head: "I don't know..."

"Now answer my questions! Or I'll slash your face. You look pretty
clean , you probably need it to make a living!" the masked man in the suit threatened.

I saw that the bald man was holding a gleaming dagger, and the sharp blade sent
a chill down my spine: Damn it, it would be such a waste if I died here! I'm nobody!

Thinking this, I quickly nodded, "I'll talk! I'll talk!"

The masked man in the suit nodded in satisfaction and asked me, "Tell me! Did you and Xiaoyun sleep together?"

"I..." I looked at my mother, then at the masked man in the suit, but he was wearing a mask, so I couldn't see
his expression.

In the instant I hesitated, another whip lashed across my body!

A deafening "crack!"

Damn! I was bleeding!

I quickly shook my head, my face contorted with grief, and said, "No...no..."

"You fucking lie!" The masked man in the suit angrily kicked me in the chest, and I fell to
the ground along with the chair.

I was about to vomit blood!

"I'll give you one more chance," the masked man in the suit said.

Beside me, the bald, burly man raised a dagger.

Damn! What should I do? This pervert!

I looked at my mother, and a hint of fear appeared in her eyes.

Was I going to die here? My brain raced. If I said "no," the masked man
in the suit definitely wouldn't believe me. He was convinced I was my mother's boyfriend, and they might have already
found clues about my intimacy with my mother yesterday on the sofa or somewhere else. If I stubbornly insisted "no," they'd beat me to death
; if I admitted to sleeping with my mother, judging from the masked man's demeanor, he'd tear
me apart.

I'd always thought of myself as a courageous man, but now I realized my
cowardice.

Thinking back to when I first transmigrated, full of confidence, wanting to change everything, to change my mother's fate, I almost
cried.

Now, there were no tears, only blood! A fierce rage suddenly erupted in my eyes. Damn it, this must
be God's test for me.

Didn't the Chinese textbook say: "When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it first tests their will, strains their
muscles and bones , starves their body, empties their resources, and frustrates their endeavors, so as to strengthen their resolve and increase their abilities"

? Roar!

My inner power exploded!

I struggled to my feet, leaning against the chair, glaring at the masked man in the suit, gritting my teeth, and said, "I
've been with Sister Yun, so what? Because I love Sister Yun!"

"Fuck your mother!" The masked man lashed me again with his whip.

I straightened up even more. Let the storm rage on!

I spat out a mouthful of blood, landing it on the ground, and looked at the masked man with contempt. I suddenly noticed the veins bulging on his hand gripping
the whip ; it was a pair of withered hands.

Damn, this bastard looks to be in his sixties or seventies. Thinking of this withered old bastard who used to take advantage of my
voluptuous mother, I felt a surge of rage.

「知道芸姐为什么跟我好么，因为你不行了！我可比你强多了！」要不是我
被绑在椅子上，我一定要指着这混蛋的鼻子骂。

那面具男气得浑身发抖，挥起鞭子「噼里啪啦」地抽在我身上，衣服都被抽
烂了，浑身都是血迹。

妈的装逼果然被雷劈啊，痛死爹了！

我他妈突然有种革命烈士的悲壮感。

「你这王八蛋，他妈的果然不行！说到你痛处了吧！你看你还带着面具，肯
定是个丑八怪不敢见人！」反正也是挨揍，我不如再多说点气气这混蛋。

面具男估计也是揍累了，他停下手，冷笑着：「你说你爱小芸？」

我郑重其事的点点头。

「好！你小子有种」面具男狠狠说道，他的眼睛里射出嫉妒而凶狠的光芒，
让我心里一「咯噔」。

我日，他又想干嘛？

The masked man stood before me, took off his suit jacket, and loosened his belt.

Was he going to...do that to me? I was terrified.

The masked man sneered, quickly stripping off his clothes to reveal the wrinkled body of an old man.

He patted my cheek: "I'm not interested in you. You love Xiaoyun, don't you? I'll fuck you
right , hehehehe!" That chilling laughter sent a shiver down my spine.

"You're a fucking perverted beast!" I knew cursing him was useless, but I couldn't help but yell at him. I
could see it too; he was a psychopath who took pleasure in the suffering of others.

When a man and a woman have that intimate relationship, their feelings always undergo subtle
changes even sublimation. For the man, the woman seems to belong to him; if she
is possessed by another man, he feels extremely unhappy.

"I just want you to know that I've fucked Xiaoyun countless times. I know every inch of her skin.
This so-called person you love is nothing but a slut, a whore, a slut under my crotch!" the masked man said viciously.

As he spoke, he walked toward his mother on the sofa. I suddenly had a bad feeling, and my mother also looked panicked
.

(5)
> The masked man walked to the sofa and ripped off the tape on my mother's mouth. My mother took a deep breath; it had been on
for so long, and she was about to burst.

My heart skipped a beat. I thought, this perverted man is really going to do something to my
mother .

The masked man stretched his ugly penis toward my mother's mouth. His penis had shrunk to the size of a thumb and
was drooping over his testicles.

"Lick it!" the masked man said in an unyielding manner.

My mother turned her face to the side and ignored the masked man's words. The masked man smiled coldly and made a
gesture . The bald man walked toward me with a gleaming dagger in his hand, the blade pressed against my face.

"What are you doing?" my mother asked in fear.

"Hehehehe, let your little lover suffer a little." the masked man sneered.

Holy crap, it's for real. I was a little scared.

The bald man's blade lightly grazed my face, leaving a long gash, and blood flowed down.

The masked man grabbed my mother's hair, forcing her to look at me. "Well, your little lover is in my hands now. Now
you'd better lick my cock."

I cried out in pain, "No! Sister Yun, no!"

My heart was filled with conflicting emotions. I didn't want to see my mother succumb to the masked man's lewdness,
yet I didn't want to be disfigured...

My mother looked at me and lowered her head.

The masked man smugly shoved his ugly cock towards my mother's mouth.

I was furious!

I shoved the bald man aside, catching him off guard and causing him to stumble.

Seizing the opportunity, I charged at the masked man!

With a thud, I fell to the ground, tripped over the chair I was tied to, and tumbled around, completely disoriented
.

I weakly raised my head and saw my mother's rosy lips helplessly taking the masked man's ugly penis into her mouth.
Two lines of tears, which I could no longer hold back, slid down my face, the salty tears stinging the wounds on my face.

The masked man looked at my disheveled appearance and laughed loudly, his penis quickly becoming erect as a result. He
grabbed my mother's beautiful long black hair and pressed her beautiful face hard against his crotch, the messy pubic hair
sticking out of her delicate face, a few strands even sticking into her nostrils,
and a nauseating smell of urine filled her nose.

"How about it, does it hurt now, you little slut?" the masked man did not forget to humiliate my mother with words.

"Suck my cock properly, or I'll have someone sodomize your pretty boy, hahaha!" the masked man
continued .

My mother knelt on the sofa, her hands tied behind her back, struggling to maintain her balance. Hearing the masked man's words, she dared not delay any longer. Her lips tightly enveloped his penis, sucking back and forth, her tongue sweeping across
the stinky glans . 　　"How is it? Pretty boy, did you see your sister Yun's lewd appearance?" The masked man, while enjoying his mother's service, glanced at me sideways and said, "Your beloved beauty is giving me oral sex right now, wrapping my big cock with her bright red lips, licking my stinky glans with her nimble, fragrant tongue, hahahaha!" 　　"What's wrong, pretty boy? What's the use of glaring at me? I deliberately didn't shower for a week just so that this little slut could lick my stinky cock now. Don't forget this moment when you kiss her in the future, don't forget that such a beautiful little mouth has held my big cock, hahahaha!" 　　"Is it good, little bitch?" The masked man patted his mother beneath him. 　　"Mmm... mmm..." His mother made muffled sounds in her throat. 　　The masked man pulled out his erect penis and slapped it against the mother's face. "Tell your little lover what my big penis tastes like." 　　"Uh..." The mother didn't know what to say, looking helplessly at the masked man. 　　"Is it good, you little slut?" the masked man asked the mother. 　　"Mmm, it's good... Please... let us go!" The mother lowered her head, tears welling up .

"Haha, I'll let you go—of course I'll let you go, as long as you make me feel good, I'll let you go!"
The masked man said, slapping his ugly, large penis against the mother's beautiful face. The secretions from his glans
glistened on her face.

The mother could only close her eyes, enduring the humiliation.

The masked man grabbed the mother's clothes and ripped them open with a "ripping" sound.

A large expanse of her white chest was exposed to the air; she wasn't wearing a bra, and a pair of full, firm breasts bounced out like little
rabbits , dazzlingly white, with pale areolas adorned with tiny purple nipples—truly
stunning.

The masked man reached out his thin, claw-like hand, grabbed one of the snow-white breasts, and squeezed it hard a few times. "
These breasts are really nice, they feel great to touch!"

Two lines of tears slid down the mother's face. "Please… don't do this anymore…" The mother's face was contorted with pain;
she couldn't bear such humiliation anymore. Being wantonly violated in front of several men was a first for her.

Seeing my mother cry only fueled my anger.

That old bastard! How dare he humiliate my mother like this!

He's gone too far!

The masked man seemed to relish our pained expressions; our suffering was his aphrodisiac, his
eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

He said to me, "Pretty boy, how do you usually play with this little slut's tits? I love kneading them like
dough , watching them deform under my hands, seeing this little slut's face contort in pain—it's fucking satisfying."

As he spoke, he placed his hands on my mother's perfect breasts, pressing, kneading, pinching, and rubbing them hard;
my mother's brows furrowed in pain, her teeth clenching her lower lip.

The masked man pointed to the purple marks on my mother's breasts and said to me, "Look, I did all of this.
How do you feel when you see these marks when you play with her breasts? Aren't you especially excited, your dick especially hard?"

I couldn't contain my anger and cursed, "You fucking pervert!"

"Hahahaha!" The masked man laughed wildly, "You call me a pervert, fine!"

The masked man waved his hand, signaling to his two henchmen, "Pull down his pants and see if he's hard now
."

The two burly men untied the ropes binding me and pulled down my pants without saying a word. I struggled desperately,
but I was no match for them.

The bald man viciously ripped off my underwear, my penis was standing tall, and I lowered my head in shame, not daring
to look at my mother.

"Looks like you're not much better than this old pervert, you get excited seeing your girl being played with by someone else,"

the masked man said to me.

The masked man bent down again, looking at my mother's breasts. "Look at this little slut, her
nipples are standing up after I rub them like this. You two are truly adulterers, a perfect match, hahaha!"

My mother turned her head away in shame and indignation, refusing to look at him.

The masked man lifted my mother's chin with his hand. "Oh, little bitch, still not happy?" He untied the ropes
binding . "Come on, let me have some fun." Saying that, he lay down on the sofa.

My mother stood aside, unmoved.

"You fucking didn't seem to hear me. Come on, let that pretty boy suffer a bit," the masked man commanded.

Hearing this, two burly men began to stomp on me. Although I was no longer bound by ropes, I
had no ability to resist. All the wounds on my body throbbed with pain, burning me with agony. I could only glare at
the masked man, but there was nothing I could do.

My mother's face showed reluctance. The masked man waved his hand, and the two burly men stopped beating me.

The masked man then said to my mother, "Come on, lick my testicles and clean my asshole while you're at it."

I shouted angrily, "No, don't listen to him!" I knew I couldn't stop
this , couldn't stop my mother from being humiliated, but—deep down, there was a faint desire,
a wish to see my mother being violated by these bastards… Is this a form of psychopathism…?

My mother probably didn't want to see me beaten like this
anymore
. She obediently lowered herself, parted the masked man's legs, and used one slender hand to lift the ugly scrotum, which was wrinkled and swollen from age. My mother opened her red lips and slowly took the scrotum into her mouth, tears streaming down her humiliated face.

I pounded the ground in anger, letting out painful howls.

God! Why did I have to see this cruel scene?

My mother wrapped the wrinkled, dark scrotum in her small mouth, licking it with her tongue. The scrotum
felt indescribably comfortable in her warm, moist mouth, and my large penis stood erect, pressing against my mother's face.

The masked man pointed to his dark anus and ordered Mom, "Lick here!"

Mom released the scrotum and reluctantly pressed her moist lips to the masked man's ugly buttocks. The masked man's
buttocks were wrinkled, dry, and covered in age spots, looking extremely disgusting.

Mom buried her beautiful face in the old man's buttocks, and a pungent stench hit her face.
Mom a "whoop," almost vomiting.

She covered her mouth and nose, gagging repeatedly.

The masked man sneered, "What, you don't like my smell? Do you want your little lover to get beaten again
?"

Mom glared at the masked man resentfully, then buried her beautiful but humiliated face back between his legs.
Small white or yellow feces still clung to the masked man's dark anus. Mom used her soft, fragrant tongue to clean it little by little
, tears dripping onto his anus.

"Hahaha, that's fucking great!" the masked man laughed, looking at me lying on the ground.

I was in so much pain that I couldn't speak. The physical pain was bearable, but my heart was broken. "

I'll kill you, you old bastard!" I vowed silently.

I couldn't bear it; my mother's bright red lips and smooth little tongue were
cleaning anus.

Was this fate?

What exactly is fate?

Why is life so full of helplessness?

The masked man trembled with pleasure, wondering how his aged heart could withstand such stimulation.
After a while, he gestured for his mother to change positions.

Wearing a tattered dress, she lay on the sofa in a doggy-style position, her full, round buttocks
raised high.

The masked man, through the thin panties, played with his mother's private parts, gently poking 　　,
slowly twisting, kneading, pressing, squeezing, and picking, making his mother gasp continuously. His mother's body was very sensitive, and she had almost no resistance to these skillful teasing. Soon, 　　a coin-sized patch of vaginal fluid was wet on her panties. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　" 　　So horny, you get aroused in front of so many men!" the masked man said, pinching his mother 's tender flesh hard . Mom screamed in pain, feeling a chill in her lower body. The masked man had ripped off her panties and thrown them to the ground. 　　She curled up in a ball, huddled in despair. Her secret garden, covered in lush pubic hair, was exposed to the air. Her thick, neatly arranged pubic hair lay flat on her plump mons pubis, a pink slit closed in the middle, dotted with glistening fluid —a breathtakingly beautiful sight, captivating and alluring. 　　The masked man greedily caressed Mom's white, full buttocks, grabbing and pinching them. The two burly men beside her also stared lewdly at her genitals. 　　"Ah! No…" Mom cried, tears welling in her eyes, her buttocks swaying from side to side, trying to escape the masked man's rough , filthy hands, but only giving him greater pleasure. 　　Mom's most private parts were exposed to these bastards, and I was powerless to do anything. I resented my own impotence, only able to watch helplessly as the masked man did as he pleased! 　　The masked man ruthlessly thrust his filthy index finger into the mother's vagina. The nail scraped against her delicate labia, causing them to shrink instantly like flower petals. The poor, tender vaginal flesh, stung by the pain, writhed helplessly, tightly gripping the intruder. 　　The masked man's finger moved in and out of the mother's warm vagina, making a "gurgling" sound. To protect itself, the vagina secreted more lubricating fluid, the wanton liquid flowing slowly like a mountain spring from a valley. The mother's small mouth emitted soft, panting yet also alluring. Even her ethereal, light voice could arouse a man's penis. 　　The masked man, while fondling the mother's body, said, "How is it? Feeling it? Want to be fucked , you little slut?" 　　"Ah…no…" the mother managed to squeeze out a "no" amidst her heavy breathing. 　　"Don't you want to? But your little lover's big cock is about to explode, he seems eager to see us have sex..." the masked man said again. 　　"Bastard!" I clenched my fists, cursing this pervert. 　　The masked man seemed to be both a sadist and a masochist; the more I cursed him, the happier he became. His hands quickened their thrusting inside my mother's vagina, and more fluid flowed out. 　　"Ah...no more...oh..." My mother frowned, her face showing both pain and pleasure , and her moans began to carry a hint of lewdness. At that moment, I almost had the urge to ejaculate. 　　"Slut! I'm going to fuck your little cunt now," the masked man said, his hands gripping my mother's slender waist, his ugly, large cock rising and slowly pressing against the entrance of my mother's paradise. My mother's pert buttocks shot up even higher; anyone could see that after repeated teasing, she was now desperately craving penetration. 　　Ah! Was I about to see my mother writhing and submitting to another man? 　　"Pull that kid closer, let him see clearly how I'm fucking this woman, hahaha!" 　　the masked man laughed maniacally. 　　The two burly men dragged me to the edge of the sofa, my face directly facing the masked man and my mother's joined genitals. My mother 's buttocks were truly beautiful, snow-white and pink, white as a snow lotus, smooth as solidified cream. In this area that women usually neglect to maintain, there was not a single flaw; it was full and round, yet just right, without any sense of bulkiness , forming a perfect curve together with her slender waist and long, strong thighs. 　　The masked man's enormous, foul-smelling glans had already pushed aside the protection of her pink labia, gently rubbing against her slightly moist labia, moving in and out, but not in a hurry to penetrate. My mother helplessly shook her pert buttocks, but could only temporarily delay the violation. On the contrary, the masked man, like a mischievous cat, happily played with his prey, leisurely toying with the beauty beneath him. 　One can imagine the pleasure of having sex with one's mother in a doggy-style position: straddling her from behind, hands on her slender waist or grasping her beautiful breasts, his large penis thrusting deep inside, then relentlessly pounding her, his testicles slapping against her plump, white buttocks, the sounds of "squelch" and "slap" creating a beautiful symphony. That must be something every man dreams of. 　　However, for the masked man, he was no longer a young, impulsive man in his early twenties, only knowing how to fuck women hard. He cared more about the "feeling" and "ambience" of having sex with women. At his age , he had experienced everything; many things seemed ordinary to him, and many beauties considered beautiful by others were utterly worthless to him. For a time, he was particularly obsessed with the thrill of losing his virginity, losing it five or six . He quickly grew tired of it, even finding nothing more boring than that. 　　Then one day, he encountered Jiang Zhuyun, who was now struggling beneath him. Despite his vast experience with women, he was captivated by this beauty. Not only was her figure and appearance perfect, but her temperament was also noble and refined. Especially striking was her coy, alluring posture —like now, even though her body was clearly aroused, her shapely buttocks were still swaying to avoid his large penis. 　⊥The instant the two burly men leered at my mother being toyed with by the masked man, I suddenly exerted my strength, breaking free from those two bastards and ramming headfirst into the masked man riding on my mother. The masked man was knocked to the ground, and I sat on him, swinging my right fist down hard. 　　With a loud "bang," I felt as if struck by lightning in the back as the bald man's boot slammed into my back. 　　I fell heavily to the ground, my vision went black, and I lost consciousness. 　　I was plunged into darkness, like a swamp, from which I could not escape.

Was Mom raped? Did that ugly penis of the masked man slam into Mom's beautiful hole?

I don't know...

Will Mom be gang-raped by those three, each of them taking turns riding on Mom's sexy body and fucking
her ?

I dare not think...

Will all three of them go at me together, one penetrating Mom's beautiful little mouth, one fucking Mom's warm little hole, and
one fucking Mom's tight asshole?

Ah... my poor Mom...

what kind of person is my mother? Why do I, who am closest to Mom, not understand her at all?

Maybe—people are all like this, with many masks, like myself,
a good , but a bad kid at school.

In a daze, my consciousness drifted, and unconsciously, I entered a bizarre
dream. I seemed to have returned to that unforgettable moment...

My noble and elegant mother stepped into Director Guo's office, where Director Guo and Guo Xiaobin were already waiting.

"Ms. Jiang, you've arrived!" Director Guo greeted her with a smile.

Mom nodded slightly: "I'm sorry, my Xiaoqiang has caused you trouble again!"

Without much preamble, the three of them, seemingly knowing each other well, quickly got down to business.

Mom's first impression was always cold and aloof, and the process of this ice queen undressing was absolutely not to be
missed ; Director Guo and his son watched with their eyes practically bulging out.

Soon, the three of them were naked, their bodies intertwined. I could almost hear Director Guo and Guo Xiaobin
's heavy breathing, Mom's moans, the "crackling" sounds of their bodies colliding, and
the "squelching" sounds of a penis thrusting in and out of a vagina—everything felt so real.

Seeing their lovemaking, my mind went blank. Something felt off; there were
so many suspicious points: Why would such beautiful women as my mother and Teacher Liu
submit Why did my mother always avoid talking about my father? Why would my mother engage in
such debauchery with Director Guo and his son? How could Teacher Liu and my mother, such different people, have been friends for over ten years…

Could it be… could it be that Guo Jian is my father?

I shuddered at the thought; it wasn't impossible! But I couldn't accept
it .

Just then, Teacher Liu entered the office and joined their three-way encounter. Teacher Liu was beautiful too, but
unlike my mother's beauty, hers was more reserved, gentle, and like a girl from a modest family.

Suddenly, I felt this world was actually quite inspiring—even such filthy and ugly people like Director Guo and Guo Xiaobin could possess
two of the most beautiful women! Damn, I'm the protagonist here!

I wanted to join them, but then I saw Guo Xiaobin walk towards me with a cold smile, tearing off his human skin
mask . It turned out he was bald. Director Guo also tore off his mask, but his face was blurry and unclear.

I was a little at a loss. The bald man walked over and punched me!

Ah!

...

(7)

I woke up from a pain, struggling to open my eyes, and found myself lying on my bed in my room.

My mother was sitting beside me, gently wiping my wounds with a cotton swab dipped in mercurochrome.

My mother was now dressed and looked gentle and calm. Looking at her serious and careful manner, I
felt a touch of emotion and couldn't help but think: I was willing to grow old with a mother like this, and I was willing
to forget everything from the past.

When my mother saw me open my eyes and look at her, she asked, "Awake?"

I nodded with difficulty.

The two of us were silent for a long time, seemingly unsure how to break the silence.

After a long while, I finally asked, "What happened?"

My mother looked at me calmly, her beautiful eyes filled with sorrow. "If I tell you, you'll hate
me..."

I quickly sat up in bed and shouted, "No! I won't hate you!" The movement
aggravated my wound, and I lay back down in pain.

My mother said, "You should rest first. Once you've healed, I'll tell you."

"If you don't tell me, I can't rest in peace!" I said.

"Okay," my mother nodded, seemingly having made a great decision.

Here's what happened: "I was kept as a mistress by that masked man... I know
you'll look down on me for saying this. Actually, when I first met him, I was
attracted by his refined and elegant demeanor, so I became his woman. Later I found out he was powerful and
wealthy . You can't even imagine his background. He had his own family and quite a few mistresses,
but he said I was his favorite and most beautiful one. At first, things were normal, but later he
started imitating scenes from Japanese adult films, using various..." He tortured me with such perverse methods; the more pain I felt, the more
pleasure he derived. That's the origin of the scars you see on my body. Those days were painful and empty.
Later, I found another man. He was very good, very gentle with me; let's call him Xiaobai. Unexpectedly,
the man who was keeping me heard about this. He was furious, but then he told me he wanted to try the kind of
incestuous assault in Japanese films. He raped and humiliated me in front of my Xiaobai. I couldn't refuse, but I
was afraid he would harm Xiaobai, so I made him leave. That's when you appeared.”

“To get you into character, and also to make it up to you, I seduced you last night…”

I listened quietly as my mother finished telling me everything, my heart filled with mixed emotions.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I didn't expect you to be so—brave. You're so kind, yet I
hurt you…” My mother apologized to me.

"No! Sister Yun. I won't blame you. I truly love you!"

"Really? I don't know whether I should believe you. You were so persistent in that situation, I'm really
touched, and I should believe you; but you've only known me for such a short time, you don't really understand me, maybe it
's just a passing fancy..." Mom said.

"That's not it! Maybe no one understands you better than me!" I said firmly.

"Is that so?" Mom looked at me doubtfully.

"Your favorite colors are red and black, and your favorite food is yellow croaker." I paused.
"You might think someone else told me this. But I also know... you apply moisturizer to
your legs , right? That's why your legs are so smooth and delicate."

Mom looked at me in surprise and nodded.

"Don't ask me how I know these things, because I don't know either. I've forgotten many things, but I remember
loving you, Sister Yun. Do you believe in fate? Maybe this is fate!" I rattled off a whole bunch of things.

Mom sighed. "Do you know what's most important for a man? It's strength! As long as you have strength, age
isn't a problem. You'll get the woman you want."

I understood Mom's subtext: she only liked men with strength, so she wouldn't like me now.

"I will have strength! Wait for me!" I reached out my hand to Mom.

After a moment's hesitation, Mom slowly placed her hand in mine.

Holding Mom's soft hand, I could feel her hesitation and distrust. I could only
prove myself to Mom with my strength.

Mom withdrew her hand and stood up. "You can stay here for now. Nothing will happen for a while." She
turned and left the room.

The empty house was left with only me, utterly alone.

An indescribable loneliness.

Even Mom didn't want to talk to me much. Thinking of this world, only Liu Yunfen liked to bicker with me.
Thinking of her, a genuine smile involuntarily appeared on my lips.

Strength? A man's greatest strength is making money. How can I make money, make lots and lots of money, countless
amounts?

My mind started to conjure up images of those fantasy novels I'd read before.

Buy lottery tickets? Honestly, I don't know if lotteries even exist these days. Even if they do, I can guess that with the same
numbers, "certain people" could win hundreds of millions by buying 88 bets, while I'd just be throwing money away.

Invest in stocks? How would I know what the market would be like in '96? Even if I did, I wouldn't have the money; even if
I did… if I bought heavily before the "rise," the market manipulators would definitely suppress the price to accumulate shares. They're
not charities; why should I get to ride the coattails?

Betting on football? What matches were there in '96? I think there was the European Championship, but unfortunately, I'm only
familiar with football history after Ronaldo's brilliance in the '97 Copa America; I honestly know nothing about '96. Even if I did know,
what channels would I have to bet? Even if I had channels, where would I get the money? Even if I did have money, those betting companies
are idiots.

However, I also know that micro-level situations change, but macro-level ones don't. For example, regardless of whether an
individual , the national economy still maintained steady growth; regardless of how a particular stock
fluctuated in 1996, the Shanghai Composite Index remained largely stable.

After rejecting all these options, I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. The desire to get rich quickly is appealing, but achieving it
is difficult. The most difficult part is how to acquire the first pot of gold.

Worry!

I habitually reached into my pants to get a cigarette, but a small box fell out.

Damn! I had an MP3 player on me—what a treasure! There were hundreds of popular songs and thousands of fantasy novels stored inside
! I was incredibly excited—I was rich!

I could write novels, release albums, hold concerts, and date female fans and artsy girls! Hahaha!

But soon I calmed down. I was living in 1996, a dreadful era. The operating system
was still Windows 95, which didn't support USB interfaces. USB was far from widespread, and data cables
were hard to find; even charging an MP3 player was a problem. (I did some research beforehand, so the protagonist knows everything,
hahaha! Or… the protagonist is a computer enthusiast and participated in the Computer Olympiad, haha!)

Thinking it over, I decided I could start by writing a book. Releasing an album would be more
complicated .

With that in mind, I got to work.

I borrowed 10,000 yuan from my mother, who readily agreed. But the thought that this 10,000 yuan was
earned by her working tirelessly under men filled me with sadness.

I went to the computer market on Xiangjiang Road. There were already over a dozen shops there, quite a
large operation for the time. However, I knew their fate later; in 2012, large computer malls and
online stores drastically reduced their market share, making life difficult for them. I bought a 586
assembled computer, an inkjet printer, and other basic equipment, along with a bunch of computer enthusiast magazines and
computer newspapers—I knew absolutely nothing about computers back then.

Back at my place, I painstakingly assembled the computer and saw the unfamiliar Windows 95 screen. I was a little
annoyed, but thankfully it was Windows 95, with its relatively complete graphical user interface—a revolutionary
operating system . If it had been Windows 3.2, I would have been completely lost.

Sitting in front of the computer, I was excited for a while, but then I realized I didn't know what to write or where to begin.

After much thought, I decided to start with "Triple Gate." This book is closer to the times and deals with campus
life. Thinking about how talented Han Han is, I figured he wouldn't mind, hahaha! However, Han Han
was younger than me back then. In 1999, he was a high school freshman who rose to fame after winning first prize in the New Concept Writing Competition.
It wasn't until published *Triple Door*. Back then, it was a cultural desert; intellectual nourishment was scarce, unlike now where fantasy
novels are everywhere.

After careful consideration, I figured I'd need about 200,000 words. Given my familiarity with novels, writing 10,000 words a day shouldn't be
a problem, so it seemed I could finish in about twenty days. Submitting to various publishing houses, however, would be a hassle. At the same time, I
had to keep an eye on my mother; I couldn't let her give birth to a second "me."

With Han Han's masterpiece as a precedent, the plot structure wasn't a problem; the main issue was the lack of detail and
my writing skills were far inferior to Han Han's. Fortunately, these weren't the main problems. *Triple Door*
mainly attracted readers with its humorous anecdotes; the main romance plot seemed outdated by 2012 standards
!

My progress was much faster than I had imagined. After working through the night, the first draft of "Triple Gate"
was completed in ten days. I then began to efficiently and diligently send the printed copies to various publishing houses, large and small.
This cost me a lot of money, which made me quite heartbroken.

For the next three days, I continued to revise and polish the novel, and finally solemnly sent it to
Cao Wenxuan, the original author of the preface to "Triple Gate". Cao Wenxuan may not be very famous as a writer, but his influence is
sufficient . Most importantly, he is my fellow townsman, and I believe he will support me!

(8)

"I stand on the high mountain and shout, but all I hear is a terrible echo." Zhou Zuoren said this.

Before I transmigrated, on a forum I often visited called "Color in Color", many authors often had the same
problem . They wrote a lot of words, but received very few replies.

At this time, I was facing the same situation: half a month had passed, and none of the publishers I had submitted to
had replied to me. Cao Wenxuan, on whom I had placed the greatest hope, had not responded at all.

Damn it, I don't understand. Didn't my fellow townsman Cao Wenxuan
praise this novel highly in the preface to "Triple Gate"? Why haven't I received a reply yet?

For the past half month, I have locked myself in my room all day, feeling extremely anxious and unable to eat or drink.

Mom walked into my room and saw the mess. "Long time no see, Xiaoqiang," she asked. "
What have you been up to?"

"Writing a novel," I replied, looking up at her. She was as beautiful and elegant as ever.

Hearing my words, Mom smiled. "I like reading novels too. Is this all?" She picked up
a large stack of manuscripts from my desk, flipped through them casually, and said, "I'll take this back and look at it."

"Okay, Sister Yun, give me some advice!" I said.

"Hmm, you should get out and about more, you're getting moldy! Don't take my words too seriously." With that,
Mom took my novels and left the room.

I continued working: submitting my work while writing a new novel, this time it was "How Many Flowers Fall
in Dreams ," another "youth" novel. I never thought I'd become "Guo Jingming" myself,
but I'm still happy to have stolen his novel, haha! The next morning, I had stayed up all night and was sleeping in front of the computer. I was really going all out

for my first pot of gold ! 　　I was sound asleep when Mom pushed open the door and came in. 　　I was awakened by the noise and groggily opened my eyes. 　　My mother excitedly said to me, "Xiaoqiang, your novel is really good! I stayed up all night to finish it!" 　　I said, "Of course it's great!" 　　Seeing my tired appearance and bloodshot eyes, my mother asked, "What's wrong? You didn't stay up all night too ?" 　　"Yes, I'm writing a new novel," I replied. 　　My mother said excitedly with a smile, "Let me see it!" 　　"It's not finished yet, but it'll be soon!" 　　"I never knew you were so talented! I really did write about you before!" my mother said. 　　"Oh! Don't even mention it! I submitted it to 237 publishers, only a few accepted it, and no replies at all. It's a tragedy!" 　　My mother was amused by my words. "I'll keep your 'Triple Gate' for now; I want to read it again." 　　"Thank you! You're the first person willing to take it in," I replied. 　　After my mother left, I went back to bed and continued sleeping; I was exhausted. 　　"Books hold houses of gold, books hold beauties like jade." Huang Wenhua, the editor-in-chief of Binhai People's Publishing House, has been reading for fifty years, yet he has never obtained any such wealth or beauty. 　　That morning, as usual, he was sitting in his office reviewing manuscripts when he suddenly received a call from above, saying that a young woman would be submitting a manuscript to him later. He shook his head; these days, everyone wants to publish a book and become famous. However, he still agreed—after all, the woman had power and money! 　　As he was lost in thought, a woman knocked and entered his office. The woman smiled gently at Huang Wenhua and said, " Editor-in-Chief Huang, I'm sorry to bother you. My surname is Jiang. I've long admired your vast knowledge and exceptional talent. I have a manuscript I'd like you to review, and I hope you can offer your guidance amidst your busy schedule!" 　　Huang Wenhua looked up at the woman before him. Bathed in the morning light, she seemed like a fairy descended . Huang Wenhua immediately felt that all his years of reading had been in vain; how could the words in books possibly describe such a beauty? In that instant, Huang Wenhua, the old man, seemed like a withered old tree, moistened by a gentle stream of clear water. 　　Huang Wenhua had once been young, passionate, and idealistic, but that was thirty years ago: he wrote poetry, he wrote essays, for the one he loved. So many years had passed, and his heart had long since withered. 　　"Editor-in-Chief Huang, Editor-in-Chief Huang!" The woman called softly, seeing Huang Wenhua's dazed expression. 　　Huang Wenhua snapped out of his reverie and said, "Oh...oh! Excuse me, let me see your manuscript." 　　This woman was naturally my mother, who handed my manuscript to Huang Wenhua. 　　Huang Wenhua picked up the manuscript. Although he didn't think much of the author, he still carefully read it. 　　He read very quickly, turning over twenty pages in five or six minutes, and already . He sighed: it was a youth campus novel; the plot was acceptable, but the writing was mediocre. Its strength lay in its sharp and biting language, somewhat reminiscent of Qian Zhongshu's *Fortress Besieged*. 　　Huang Wenhua rubbed his neck, looked up, and saw his mother hunched over his desk. His blood rushed, his heart pounding wildly! Thirty years—thirty years since he'd felt this way! 　　His mother's eyes, like autumn water, rippled gently, filled with tender affection, as she silently gazed at him. " Editor-in-Chief , what do you think of this novel? Can your company publish it?" 　　Publish it? 　　Of course! These days, with enough money, even the worst book can be published. 　　"This…I'm afraid…it'll be a bit difficult," Editor-in-Chief Huang sighed, a strange light gleaming in his small eyes behind his deep-set eyes. 　　"What's wrong? Is the novel bad?" his mother asked. 　　Huang Wenhua smiled slightly: "You know, the company is facing financial difficulties right now, and ISBNs are limited…" 　　His mother coldly pulled back the manuscript: "Never mind then, I'll go talk to your president!" 　　"Hey…wait!" Huang Wenhua frantically tried to stop his mother, accidentally grabbing her delicate hand. 　　Mom waved her hand dismissively: "It seems like you can't be of much help..."

"Hey, although it's very difficult, I'll think of a few more ways, it shouldn't be a problem," Huang Wenhua
said quickly.

My head is a bit of a mess, I need to savor it slowly. The writing is still very good! Thanks for sharing. My head is a bit of a mess, but the writing is still very good! Thanks for sharing. I don't know why, but I find novels more interesting than movies. I've read it again and again, and I want to keep reading! This book was in a writing contest before, in the original incest writing contest, I've already read that... Why another time-travel novel? The plot is so-so, not a masterpiece. This story is not so good, rewrite it, please. The story should have a better plot! Thumbs up! The author is awesome!!

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