Family Hot Spring Incident (1-5) Author: nmnmnmnmdo

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Family Hot Spring Incident

Author: nmnmnmnmdo
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My family is a wealthy family of three. My mother is gentle and beautiful, a renowned and excellent teacher of English at a high
school At 43, she maintains a perfect figure; although she has become slightly fuller after giving birth to me,
it has only added to her mature charm. At 168cm tall, with a 36D bust and an alluringly large,
voluptuous bottom, she is the object of many students' fantasies. My father is successful in his career, with
a wide range of businesses. I am a graduate of a prestigious university. Our family is harmonious and the envy of others. Two years ago, a family incident occurred
, involving many people in the family and causing a dramatic change in our family. As a hot-blooded teenager with a severe
Oedipus complex began to interview the people involved in the incident, using
a special confession agent produced by my dad's company to get them to tell me the story of my mother: First was Brother Yang,
our was the first person to find my mother after the incident. Although my mother had lost consciousness at the time and
fell into a long sleep, she is still in the hospital and is being kept alive by a ventilator. I also know that Brother Yang
's story is definitely not just about this

. Brother Yang's Story (Part 1)

I am a retired soldier, 190 cm tall and weighing 150 kg, with a muscular body. I
was an outstanding soldier who received two second-class merit awards in the elite unit. After retiring, I have been working as a bodyguard and
driver for Teacher Ping, that is, your mother's family for ten years. To repay a debt of gratitude? Yes, but not at the same time. You will find out as you continue listening.

I have another identity: I was Ms. Ping's student in the class of '99. Back then, she and her husband were living apart. Mr. Wang—
your father, who is now my boss—was building his business in Beijing and didn't want his wife and children to suffer with him,
so he left them in Hunan until he was successful enough to bring them to Beijing for a family reunion. I was a
terrible student, especially bad at English, and Ms. Ping saved me, allowing me to go from being at the bottom of my class to getting into military academy. But Ms. Ping also
ruined me, making it impossible for me to move on from that year.

You want to know about the hot springs?

Okay, I really don't want to recall it, but since you're willing, and after all, you helped me a lot when I was little

… Two years ago, in the late autumn, the weather in Beijing suddenly turned cold. Ms. Ping's brother called, inviting
her whole family to Guangxi for hot springs. She was very happy, even giving her brother a kiss on the phone. Mr. Wang was reading the newspaper
next to her , and just smiled helplessly when he heard this. Because the siblings had relied on each other since childhood, their deep sibling bond was
common knowledge. Furthermore, Teacher Ping was very outgoing and loved to joke, especially adept
at navigating social situations . President Wang's career had also flourished thanks to Teacher Ping's extensive network of connections built over the years.
Therefore, they were used to such things and could only laugh it off.

As a professional bodyguard, I enjoyed the deep trust of Teacher Ping's family and had become part of their household.
They never hid anything from me, perhaps due to my seemingly honest appearance and taciturn personality
. I stood silently in a corner of the living room, as always. I watched as my beloved teacher,
Ms. Ping, nestled in a corner of the sofa, made a phone call. She had just returned home from class, wearing an elegant purple coat. As she spoke,
she took off her boots, revealing her alluring little feet encased in flesh-colored stockings. Above her were long
, shapely legs without any excess fat, a testament to her years of consistent fitness and health regimen. Underneath, she wore her favorite teacher's
outfit : a black blazer and a white shirt, both capable and charming. Ms. Ping liked to wear light makeup, and
her beautiful, mature face, which didn't show her age, was flushed. Her slightly thin lips parted slightly, and her eyes held a mixture of anticipation and
excitement.

Ms. Ping chatted with her brother for a long time before hanging up. At that moment, you, NH, came downstairs to
the living room . Ms. Ping called you over to sit beside her, affectionately hugged you, and told you about the arrangements for your trip to Guangxi. Your reaction
was as calm as ever, only casually remarking, "Mom, why is your lipstick smudged again?"

Ms. Ping paused, glanced at me, quickly covered her mouth, pretended to yawn, and
said naturally, "Oh, I accidentally smudged it at lunch today. I rushed to class and didn't have time to touch it up."

You didn't seem to care, just gave a casual reply, and continued playing on your phone.

Ms. Ping went to the bedroom to change clothes, giving me a reproachful look as she passed by. I, as always,
remained expressionless, only slightly lowering my head.

Just then, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and found that Sister Li and Uncle Wang had returned home. Sister Li is Teacher Ping's best friend.
They've been classmates and roommates since junior high. Now both are wives and mothers, they still often stay together for extended periods.
Their friendship is so strong that they shower together and travel abroad together. Sister Li is a year older than Teacher Ping and has a son and a daughter.
One word to describe her is tranquil. While her beautiful appearance isn't as alluring as Teacher Ping's, it exudes intellectual charm.
Her impressive bust is also quite attractive to men. Completely different from Teacher Ping's outgoing and active personality,
she mostly acts as an observer and listener, considering all of Teacher Ping
's problems—a true confidante. Uncle Wang, on the other hand, is your great-grandfather, a highly respected and kind elder. He
oversaw the construction of the train station in XX city and is a very prestigious retired cadre. He's in excellent health and often
asks me for tips on long fist and Xingyi Quan techniques.

However, I don't know why Sister Li and Uncle Wang came home together. They said they went to buy groceries, but they didn't bring
anything back.

During dinner, the whole family had a small meeting. Teacher Ping announced the plan to go to the hot springs in Guangxi and decided to leave on
Friday night. This meant my work was about to begin: booking plane tickets, booking hotels, contacting your uncle, etc.
I won't go into those troublesome things, since you don't care anyway. Let's start by reminiscing about checking into the hot spring hotel.

Your uncle drove, with your mother and Sister Li in the car. This was normal; they were college classmates, and your uncle was two years older than
them , so they knew each other well back in school. I drove you, your father, and your great-grandfather, winding through mountain
roads for more than 40 minutes, finally arriving at a magnificent hot spring hotel. Thanks to my
memory honed from years of military service, I could still recall the room numbers: your mother and Sister Li were in room 109, next door was room
107 with your uncle and father, and after much insistence, you finally agreed to stay alone in room 108—
opposite to Teacher Ping's room. I had to stay with Uncle Wang in room 106 next to you.

As soon as we settled in, Ms. Ping was the first to unpack and head to the hot springs. Your uncle followed closely behind, and you and
your father caught up. Sister Li, wearing a swimsuit, came to my and Uncle Wang's room. I was about to ask her why she was changing so
early when she blurted out that your mother was calling me, so I rushed to the hot springs. The room door
closed immediately after I left.

I arrived at the hot spring area behind the hotel. It was very large, with a large artificial
lake , surrounded by dozens of hot spring pools of varying sizes. The lighting was dim and somewhat ambiguous,
and many small pools were hidden deep inside, untouched by anyone.

After searching for a while, I finally saw Ms. Ping. She and your uncle were walking side-by-side on a path,
chatting and laughing . Your uncle's left hand was naturally on your mother's waist, but it was positioned a little low, and he seemed to be constantly
groping for something. The two walked deeper and deeper into the darkness, disappearing
around . I could almost hear the splashing water and Ms. Ping's giggling.

At the time, I didn't think much of it, only slowly approaching to protect your mother. Before a large
rock I saw a scene that would change my life again: In the moonlight, Ms. Ping stood in the bathtub, her sexy
swimsuit barely concealing her perfect figure. Her breasts were white and tender, almost spilling out, and her narrow swim trunks were deeply
embedded in her buttocks, further highlighting her alluring curves. The water droplets on her skin shimmered with a seductive glow. I was
stunned. No matter how many times I had seen Ms. Ping's body before, I would still fall for her again without hesitation.

In that moment of distraction, I saw your mother shift her body, her slender hands moving near her buttocks
, seemingly fiddling with the meager fabric that could barely be called swim trunks, as if finding it a bit of a nuisance.
It was then that I noticed your mother's uncle sitting on the edge of the bathtub behind her, legs spread apart, seemingly making
room for her to sit down. I found it strange; no matter how close the siblings were, such a posture was
far too intimate. Then, an object I saw made my breath catch in my throat—a man's swimming trunks. Keep in mind,
there was no one in the nearby bathtubs, so these trunks could only belong to one person—your uncle.
That means that right now, standing very close to Ms. Ping—your mother—her own brother, naked, was
closely observing Ms. Ping's beautiful, mature body, watching her flirtatious poses, and his
large, thick penis was likely pointing directly at Ms. Ping's secret garden. Who could resist the stimulation of such
a scene ? My lower body instantly swelled to 120% blood flow, but then, my head went blank
, because I saw your mother raise her full, ripe buttocks, slowly, yet without the slightest hesitation,
sit down in your uncle's lap, splashing water and masking any rustling or throbbing sounds
.

In the moonlight, I saw Teacher Ping's hands resting on your uncle's knees, nestled in his arms, her breasts
unyielding , her lips slightly parted, forming a silent "oh...", her eyes filled with an indescribable
, confused desire. Then, in the rippling water, I could clearly see a beautiful, white body rising and
falling, seemingly without end.

Tonight, it's destined to be long...

Yang Ge's Chapter (Part 2)

Under the unusually clear moonlight tonight,
in this small bathhouse called "Pure Lotus," surrounded by trees and boulders with only one entrance, the thick steam rising from the water's surface seemed to exude a
seductive , utterly unable to conceal the unfolding of this immoral and incestuous drama.

Teacher Ping—your mother—as always, proudly held her breasts high, her beautiful, white neck outstretched.
Her dignified and delicate face constantly shifted expressions due to the stimulation from behind, sometimes resentful, sometimes excited, sometimes frenzied.
Guilt and lust intertwined, transforming your mother from a goddess into a demon fallen to earth, yet
without diminishing her allure.

Of course, you could also think that Teacher Ping was just playing around with your uncle, moving up and down as if to simulate intercourse,
making jokes that the siblings considered harmless. But the increasingly clear moans shattered my
last shred of illusion: "Ah...brother...so deep, ahh...your naughty thing...still so naughty
...so thick and hard...oh...so good...I want...deeper

!" "Little sister...have your breasts grown again? I haven't played with you for half a year, your technique has become even better,
writhing so intensely, I almost came as soon as I went in."

"Ah...brother...you're talking nonsense...half a year, you came to see me at my school last month...and

...did it with me for three hours in the backyard parking lot...made my legs weak...I limped home,
my husband almost found out...ahh...there...right there...so good...reaching...my G-spot."

"So what if my brother-in-law finds out...he can't satisfy you, you little vixen...besides, everything he has
today is thanks to me...maybe even his mother is my biological son

." "Brother... ah... ah, you're so bad... 'Number' is my husband's and my child... Although you
deflowered ... I don't know how many times you've done it to me since I was little... But when I was pregnant... you were on a business trip in America...

? ? ... Ah, don't say anymore, brother, hurry up and thrust into me... I haven't felt this good in so long... ahhhhh!

" Like angelic whispers, yet also like a devil's murmur, your mother's seductive and melodious cries made me completely understand that
the dignified and traditional mature woman before me, the virtuous wife and loving mother, the elegant English
teacher, was committing incest with her own brother under the influence of desire.

The night was deep, and although the hot spring hotel was magnificent, it was sparsely populated, probably deliberately arranged by your uncle
. Therefore, the sounds of this lovebirds grew louder and louder, without any fear of disturbing others. Your uncle
paused and said, "Little sister, turn around and let me take a good look at you

." Ms. Ping gave a coquettish sigh but didn't refuse. Instead, she slowly turned around with minimal movement. Throughout the entire process, your
uncle 's penis remained firmly embedded in your mother's vagina, as if unwilling to pull it out, or as if your mother was tightly
gripping this hard object, not allowing her lower body to experience even a moment of emptiness. So now, Ms. Ping sat in your
uncle's lap, her high, full breasts pressed against him, her two rosy nipples already engorged and erect, full of...
A silent temptation. Sure enough, upon seeing this, your uncle immediately took Ms. Ping's breast into his mouth, biting and nibbling
at her sensitive nipple. Stimulated by this action, your mother abruptly raised her head, closing her beautiful eyes, seemingly
savoring the sweet taste of being enveloped and licked. At the same time, her slender hands ran through your uncle's hair, pressing his head
forcefully against her chest, while her waist swayed slightly, twisting even more wildly.

This scene brought my thoughts back to 13 years ago, that summer that changed my life.

That year, I was in my first year of high school. Ms. Ping was transferred to our little-known private school. Her
arrival caused a sensation throughout the school. Young, beautiful, poised, and with a stunning figure, her teaching skills were outstanding,
making her an instant celebrity. Later, I heard that Ms. Ping's husband went to Beijing to develop his career, and fearing that you and your mother
would suffer, he resolutely left his wife and children behind and went north. Your father passed away decisively, and Ms. Ping seemed unaffected,
remaining cheerful and enthusiastic, able to chat and confide in her students. Her unique feminine charm
ignited an unprecedented passion among the boys in the class for learning English, especially when she walked through the classroom in a grey skirt, white shirt, flesh-colored
stockings , and black high heels, speaking English that sounded like gibberish. I could see many boys casting
seemingly eager, yet actually lustful, glances at her.

I was introverted and quiet, and my English was terrible. Given the circumstances,
getting into graduating, was a problem. Ms. Ping was very kind to me, often giving me individual tutoring, walking me
home, and taking meticulous care of me in every aspect of my studies and life. Once, during lunch break, she called me to
her office , mysteriously pulling out a lunchbox to give me extra food, knowing I was tall and the cafeteria food
was never enough.

I was very grateful to Teacher Ping, and I studied even harder, hoping to get good grades to repay her. But it wasn't that
simple . My monthly exam results were terrible, and I gave up on myself. I ran to the bicycle shed behind the playground, drank a few bottles of cheap liquor, and
cried my heart out. Just when I was at my lowest point, Teacher Ping appeared. She was as elegant and beautiful as ever.
Her hair, which should have been styled in a high bun, was gone, replaced by long, flowing hair, making her even more charming and beautiful. The warm
sunset shone on her, seemingly melting her already thin white shirt. I looked
inside and realized there was no underwear, but my grief made me ashamed to face Teacher Ping, and
I lowered my head . Teacher Ping didn't say anything, but quietly walked over, sat down beside me, and buried my head in her
ample bosom. A faint, feminine fragrance wafted over, making my heart incredibly calm.
I hugged , expressing my gratitude with a silent embrace. But then, something incredibly embarrassing happened. Ms. Ping's
posture made it easy for me to see through her short skirt; a sexy purple lace panty was clearly visible.
The alcohol the alluring sight, and the close contact with such a beauty made me, young and vigorous
, unable to control my erection. My fully developed 18cm penis
looked . Ms. Ping noticed it keenly; she stared for a moment, her sexy lips slightly
pursed, about to speak, but I fled in panic.

I ran all the way to the corner of the school gate, panting, and squatted down to rest. At that moment, I
heard two young male voices, roguish and familiar. I peeked through the wall and saw it was
Bao Lin and Wang Qi, the two little devils of our class. They had taken advantage of their wealthy families and powerful connections to commit many heinous
acts.

Pauline, smoking, seemed to be holding a piece of fabric in one hand. Wang Qi grinned, looking at the fabric, and said,
"Damn, I always thought she was all about big breasts, long legs, and a curvy butt, but I never expected her to be this hot when she's naked. I've played with
so and I've never seen anything like this

." Pauline replied, "What do you know? The key isn't her figure or looks, but her status as a respectable wife.
Imagine , a body that should only be naked in front of her husband is displayed before you, a
mouth that should only be affectionate with her husband is sucking on another man's penis—what a stimulating scene that is. I think she's also caught up in the atmosphere;
there's a noticeable dampness in the middle of her panties

." Wang Qi spat, "Damn, this girl's already so slutty, why won't they let us sleep with her? Every time,
they start by advising us to be ambitious and studious, then after a long, earnest plea, they finally take off
her bra when it's useless, calling it 'letting us have appropriate contact with women.' It took them half a month to go from helping us masturbate to giving us oral sex.
Today, they finally relented and agreed to 69, but Yang Bin ruined it again.

" Hearing my name, I was startled. Why would I ruin their plans? Who is this woman they're talking about,
teetering on the edge of infidelity? Could it be...?

Pauling stubbed out his cigarette and said, "It's alright, she can't escape her fate forever. Her body
is already lonely, and she could fall into the abyss of desire at any moment. But we need to be careful of this guy surnamed Yang, lest
he steals her away and sleeps with Teacher Ping. You know, once her physical desires are satisfied, it's very difficult to pry open her
legs again." As he spoke, Pauling raised the fabric in his hand. I saw a sexy
bra that matched Teacher Ping's underwear. At that moment, my heart broke.

A crazy thought tore apart my remaining rationality, and I rushed to Teacher Ping's office.
Her scream as she was changing clothes made me completely lose control. I pushed her down onto the cold floor, tore off all her clothes, and
thrust my hard penis around haphazardly and inexperiencedly. Ms. Ping resisted desperately, grabbing, scratching
, and kicking me. She only made me more agitated, so I grabbed her fair arm and screamed, reeking of alcohol
, "Why did you betray me? You're my goddess! Why, why did you betray me?!"

Hearing my words, Ms. Ping instantly calmed down, staring at me intently, her eyes filled with something indescribable
. Then, I felt my penis being grasped and guided to a warm, moist opening.
Driven by animal instinct, I began to thrust in and out, while Ms. Ping silently endured my anger, resentment, and
the desire that had been hidden within her.

"Oh...oh...ah...ah...it's...coming...I can't take it anymore...

" With my relentless efforts, Ms. Ping reached her fourth orgasm. At the same time, I,
unable longer, roared and ejaculated my virgin semen deep into your mother's uterus. Your mother was stimulated...
She arched her body, seemingly accepting the pent-up stench of my body accumulated over many days, yet also savoring the final moment
of fullness.

"I am not a promiscuous woman,

" were the first words Teacher Ping spoke after we calmed down.

"You are my first batch of students. If I want to achieve the best results, I have to pay a price. Your
English foundation is not good, and you have no interest, so I have to come up with some methods, even some
despicable methods that betray my husband and my son. Bao Lin and Wang Qi are the most influential people in the class. By winning
them have ignited the passion of all of you

." "Can you understand me?"

I was speechless. Teacher Ping is a smart woman. She knows where my madness comes from. She also sees
the desire that I thought was buried deep in my heart. So she accepted me, perhaps to appease me, perhaps to
calm things down. But from her cooperative body, her hot skin, and the rapid secretion of her lustful fluids, I could
tell that she had been lonely for a long time and needed me to fill the chasm of her desire.

So we started taking from each other. She tutored me in English, took care of my meals, and helped me choose my college major.
At the same time, I was responsible for protecting her, driving away the advances of lecherous men, and then going to
your house on some long nights to have passionate encounters with your mother. Two years passed like this. I successfully entered military academy, and your
father in his career, brought you to Beijing. Seeing my merit as a nurse, he also invited me
to help out at his home after my discharge. I understood the implication; he felt that I had shielded him from a possible cuckolding. But what
he didn't expect was that I had been cultivating your mother's alluring mature woman's territory, that I had been
exercising my power as the master of the house in their marital bed, and that I had been manipulating his wife behind her back while they were talking on the phone. That's why he
could only respond with "uh-huh" and couldn't speak. It was also me, after becoming your family's full-time bodyguard, who, for the past ten
years had been satisfying Teacher Ping's desires that your father couldn't fulfill. In the bathroom, in the back seat of the car, in
the school office, and in the southern mountains, there were traces of your mother's immoral fluids.

"You are the only man I have besides my husband.

" After another passionate night together in bed, Teacher Ping said these words, which made me decide to follow him
wholeheartedly , even if it would lead nowhere.

But this was clearly a lie.

My thoughts were pulled back to the present. They had changed positions again. Your mother was holding onto the edge of the bathtub, her plump,
luscious buttocks raised, welcoming your uncle's increasingly rapid thrusts from behind. The fluid flowing down her thighs was
indistinguishable from vaginal fluid; all I knew was that they were about to reach their most frenzied climax. "Ah...oh...brother...shoot

...shoot inside me...shoot me to death

!" "Ah...sister, aren't you afraid of getting pregnant...?" your uncle
said "Don't be afraid...brother...I'm...ah...in my safe period now...please...shoot me...
satisfy me." Your mother seemed unsatisfied with your uncle's slower pace and began to lean back actively, her lower mouth
seemingly never satisfied. "Ugh...sister...you're moving too much...I can't hold back anymore." Your uncle was
overstimulated by Teacher Ping's seductive manner, his ejaculation was uncontrollable, and he accelerated his movements. Watching the two bodies sinking into lust,
I couldn't help but start masturbating as well.

But just then, a dark figure suddenly darted behind your uncle, covered his mouth with a white cloth, and
your uncle immediately collapsed. This person was already naked, and his magnificent genitals were already erect.
So he directly inserted into your mother's wet and sticky vagina. The whole process was as fast as lightning. Your mother did not
notice anything. She just did her best to meet him, swallow and spit, and moan as she rushed to the peak.

I regretted succumbing to my physical desires and being a few seconds too slow to protect Teacher Ping's brother. It was too late
now . But then, someone suddenly patted my shoulder from behind. I turned around abruptly and saw a
completely unexpected figure. "Sister Li?

" Just then, your mother reached her final climax with a moan, trembling all over, unable to recover from
the peak . When she finally caught her breath, her restless vagina slowly teased the still
-erect penis behind her. Amazed by her brother's extraordinary stamina today, she barely supported her limp body with her hands.
Her pretty flushed face slowly turned back, and seeing the person behind her, she cried out in shock, "Uncle...
Uncle?!"

Yang's Chapter (Part 2)

Sister Li covered my mouth and shook her head at me. At that moment, I saw that Sister Li was only wrapped in a bath towel,
her proud breasts mostly exposed, her wet and soft hair lying on her bare shoulders,
making her look pitiful. A unique, mature, and voluptuous aura emanated from her, intoxicating me.

While captivated by the alluring beauty before me, I heard Teacher Ping's exclamation: "So
the person who just drugged your uncle and then inserted his penis into your mother was Uncle Wang, your great-grandfather!" Despite being nearly 60, he
was physically strong, with no excess fat on his stomach and the faint outline of well-developed muscles. Looking further down, it was even more
astonishing: a naturally endowed, magnificent penis stood proudly erect. Even excluding the part that entered Ms. Ping's vagina,
the remaining length was enough to make many men feel ashamed. The entire penis was bulging with veins, shiny and thick. Once inserted into
the vagina, it would surely allow any woman to experience the pleasure of having every muscle torn apart and every inch of space filled.
It could absolutely make innocent, naive girls pale and willingly suffer humiliation, make reserved and dignified housewives
bewildered and then actively masturbate and swallow, and make seasoned, voluptuous mature women worship and admire, then ride and climax repeatedly.

Your mother was clearly terrified. She couldn't comprehend what was happening. One moment
her dearest brother was comforting her with something bad, the next he was unconscious by the bathtub,
and a penis even larger than his was giving her an unprecedented orgasm—but its owner was
her husband's uncle. This inexplicable and unacceptable situation threw Ms. Ping into a panic. She simply covered
her mouth turned to look at Uncle Wang, who remained silent for some reason, forgetting that her alluring vagina was still tightly gripping that
hard penis, her sweet nectar still overflowing, and the folds of her vaginal walls still desperately enjoying the friction
and pressure.

My mind was in turmoil. I wanted to rescue Ms. Ping, but then I remembered she was a woman with a very strong sense of pride. If she…
Knowing that my incestuous act had been witnessed by others, I was afraid I might go insane or even commit suicide.
While , Sister Li's flawless little hands touched my genitals, and she said, "Does seeing your mentor being manipulated excite you so much? Or do you have a cuckold fetish, finding it thrilling to see
your favorite woman vigorously thrusting on someone else ? " I was stunned. I thought I had kept it a secret enough, but Sister Li clearly knew about my affair with Teacher Ping . I stared at this woman, usually so quiet and reserved, a multitude of questions swirling in my mind. Why had she and Uncle Wang appeared at such a crucial moment? Why did her expression and tone Why did she seem to know everything? She gave me no time to think. With a deft tug, she pulled off my pants, then gently ripped open the towel that barely covered me, revealing a flawless body. Her skin was as delicate as gauze, her breasts as round and full as white jade, her nipples as lustrous as purple grapes, and her pubic area as lush and alluring as a dark forest. But I knew there must be a conspiracy behind all this abnormality, so I suppressed my desire and did n't touch this alluring woman. She simply smiled, then leaned in and kissed my lips. I couldn't resist any longer and opened my mouth to accept her. I felt a strange fragrance travel along her tongue to the depths of my throat. I knew something was wrong, but it was too late. Sure enough, less than ten seconds later, everything went black, and I passed out. At this point, Yang Ge's drug effects had mostly worn off. He raised his bleary eyes and looked at me: " You know what happened after that. Is there anything else you want to ask ?" I smiled faintly. "You should tell the story. After all, we have different perspectives." Yang Ge shook his head. "I really don't understand you. Your mother is lying unconscious in the hospital, and you're still asking all these questions . Don't you want revenge? I really do. When I woke up and saw Teacher Ping lying naked and unconscious in the hotel lobby, saw the thick, sticky semen from countless men on her body, saw her swollen and red vulva—clearly she had endured inhuman torture. At that moment, I really wanted to kill everyone who hurt her ." "Didn't you hate my mother for deceiving and betraying you? " “No, I know. Teacher Ping is truly a very reserved and traditional woman. But every mature woman has physical desires. Some women have fulfilling marriages or strong willpower, so they don't cheat. Teacher Ping simply succumbed to her desires and used me to vent. Besides, there really wasn't anything between her and Wang Qibao and the others; it was just to help them improve their enthusiasm for learning. Her methods might be incomprehensible or even shameful to many, but I know that for a young, inexperienced female teacher, it was the best she could think of.” “And what about the lewdness she displayed with my uncle? What do you say?” “Women have two faces, one for their lovers and one for outsiders. I know she deeply loves her brother; their bond, built from childhood dependence, is unbreakable. So I understand her. Her lewdness is just love for her brother. At least, that side of her has never been shown to me.” “Okay, you're truly devoted to my mother,” I said without any emotion. “You just said you wanted revenge? Do you know who you want revenge against? And where is the target? ” Yang's eyes narrowed sharply. "Do you know?" I stood up and walked to his side, whispering a name in his ear, then placed a piece of paper with the time and place on it in his hand. Leaving him to slowly process the information I had just heard, I left the room, saying before closing the door, "Remember the time and place on this. If you want to avenge my mother, you know what to do ." This was the first one. The next person was my uncle. In some ways, he was the biggest victim of this incident, because before being sent to the hospital, he had permanently lost his sexual ability and become mentally unstable. What kind of story will he bring? This novel is quite captivating at first glance, and based on the current plot, it seems to be a rather intricate and profound work. The detailed descriptions and psychological portrayals are of a high standard, exceeding the level of typical erotic novels. From the theme and actions to the specific writing style, it is a superior work. I hope for a quick update and recommend everyone to follow along. Thank you for the author's work. Family Hot Spring Incident Author: nmnmnmnmdo Word Count: 5971 Previous Article Link: viewthread.php?tid=8973349

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