【Betel Nut Beauty - A Short Story】(Chapter Two: Physiology Lesson)

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Chapter Two: Physiology Lesson

After listening to my long explanation, my sister's mouth formed an "O," and her wide eyes stared blankly at me.

We stared at each other for five, six, seven, eight, or nine seconds. I felt like something was off,

and suddenly, "Hahahaha..." a series of bursts of laughter erupted from my sister's "hateful" mouth. Uh oh,

it seems I've embarrassed myself again!

Seeing my sister curled up in a ball in the corner of the sofa, laughing so hard she was shaking, one hand clutching her stomach and the other pointing at me,

I was furious and embarrassed. I pounced on her, grabbed her neck, and shook her head violently

while shouting, "Don't laugh! Don't laugh!"

"Ah, ah, ah!" my sister, dizzy from being shaken, begged for mercy, "I won't laugh, I won't laugh,

sister won't laugh!"

I let go of my sister, angrily and trying to hide my embarrassment, and shrank to the other end of the sofa, staring at the boring TV, deliberately

avoiding looking at her.

It took my sister a while to calm herself down. Seeing that I ignored her, she kicked me. "Hey, little brother,

do you still want me to teach you?"

"Of course I do, but how can I teach you with you laughing like that!" I retorted sullenly.

My sister knew when to stop and quickly said softly, "Alright, little brother, I won't laugh anymore. Sit down here and

let me give you a proper sex education lesson."

My thirst for knowledge overcame my embarrassment. I sat cross-legged and looked at my sister, and she sat cross-legged

and looked at me back.

I quietly watched my sister's slightly flushed face, waiting for her to explain. My sister also looked at my embarrassed face and

prepared to start. As soon as she opened her mouth, "Hahaha," another burst of laughter.

I was so angry that I immediately got up and turned to go back to my bedroom.

I had only taken two steps when I heard my sister laugh out loud, followed by a "thump."

Looking back, my anger vanished instantly. Seeing

my sister, who had rolled off the sofa onto the floor from laughing so hard she was exhausted, I gloated inwardly, shouting, "Heavens have opened their eyes! She got what she deserved!

Good deeds are rewarded evil deeds are punished! It's not that retribution won't come, it's just that the time hasn't arrived yet, hahaha..."

I helped my sister up, sat her back on the sofa, and asked insincerely, "Did you hurt yourself, sis?"

My sister rubbed her forehead, which had bumped into the coffee table leg, and said, "Truly, too much joy leads to sorrow!" Seeing my

face contorted from suppressing laughter, she punched me on the head and said fiercely, "Stop laughing! Sit properly, the lesson is about to begin!"

And so, my sister's physiological lecture officially began... As expected of someone who studied medicine and nursing in a vocational college, my sister explained the physical changes that boys experience

during puberty, as well as the scientific names and common terms for male organs, in a clear and concise manner, drawing on classical texts .

After nearly 20 minutes of explanation,

I finally understood why I had embarrassed myself: "Little chicken" is actually the penis, also known as the phallus or little brother…

I called the cat "meow," and I didn't recognize it! No wonder my sister burst into laughter;

all my years of studying were for nothing! As for the occasional swelling, that's a normal reaction during puberty in boys,

nothing to be alarmed about. Truly, a word from a wise woman is worth more than ten years of study! Only now did I truly understand this famous saying.

Learning is about asking questions, especially for a studious boy like me.

"And what are breasts, clitoris, and vagina? Which parts of my body are they?" I asked

my sister, eager for knowledge.

My sister stared at me blankly, then suddenly blushed, playfully punched me on the head, and said, "That's something

girls have, how could you have it?" Then, as if remembering something, she tilted her head, looked at me

with a sly smile, and said, "If you want it, you can have it, just go to Thailand and get surgery."

With that, she giggled and went to take a shower, leaving me, half-understanding, standing in the living room, pondering

her words.

Regardless, my sister's lesson was very successful; the troubles that had plagued me for days had vanished.

In the following days, my sister gave me several textbooks from her vocational nursing school—abridged versions, of course, only containing

the male-oriented sections. These were a hundred times better than the ones in our school library; not only were the descriptions clear, but they also had illustrations.

After comparing them with my own experience, I could proudly say that I was the male physiology expert in my class, my grade,

and the entire school.

Out of curiosity, I asked my sister for the abridged parts of those books, but she said those parts were for girls, and

boys shouldn't look at them. I was a little puzzled and asked her why she could look at both boys' and girls'

clothes, but this immediately earned me a "beating." After the "beating," she confidently said that

she was studying medicine and nursing, so of course she needed to understand the physiological structure of men and women, and it was only natural that she could look at them.

Hmm, that makes sense, but I still felt it was a bit of a stretch. Could it be that my sister was deliberately trying to piss me off

?

*** *** *** ***

Days passed like calm lake water, without any ripples. Dad and Mom were still very busy and rarely saw each other.

My sister was still the same, playing wildly every night. As for me, I'm still a good boy, and my little penis—no, I should

call it my genitals—still gets erect from time to time (the word "swollen" is so corny), but I don't care about it anymore

, so I'm still healthy in body and mind, and I'm still doing well in school, all thanks to my older sister. So, whenever I have

time I massage her shoulders and legs, serving her like a princess. As a result, almost every time

my sister comes back from playing around, she brings me some delicious late-night snacks. It's true that you reap what you sow; practice has once again

proven the truth of the saying.

One night, three weeks after my sister started teaching, the most important moment of my 14 years arrived,

and it was also the most precious first time of my entire life: I had a wet dream. There was no dramatic scene, no

passionate imagery; everything happened so quietly and naturally while I was sound asleep like a dead pig.

That night, I vaguely felt something sticky between my thighs. I turned on the bedside lamp and looked closely. My loose four-legged

pants were soaked. Could it be that I drew a map? A 14-year-old middle school student drawing maps?! If

my sister finds out, she'll burst into laughter again; if my friends find out, I'll be embarrassed for life. Whatever, let her

laugh, let her laugh; the breeze caresses the mountain, let him be embarrassed, the bright moon shines on the great river. I'll just change my underwear and continue

my dream battle with Cheng Kun.

Wait, something's not right, this isn't pee. Pee isn't sticky. Ugh, what's this smell? So fishy… um…

Could this be the legendary nocturnal emission? Hmm, comparing it to what's described in the book, it should be correct! It's so uncomfortable, I'll go wash up!

Accustomed to living almost entirely alone, I grabbed a clean pair of pants, sleepily pushed open the bathroom door, and oh dear,

someone left the light on again! It's so bright!

With my eyes still closed, I took off the sticky pants and tossed them onto the sink. Once

my eyes adjusted to the light, I opened them to wash off my sticky penis and inner thighs, when suddenly I saw

my mother, her head resting on a towel, quietly sleeping in the bathtub.

I reached out to test the water temperature; hmm, lukewarm, not cold, but if she stayed in the tub any longer, she'd

get sick .

"Mom, Mom, wake up, wake up!" I cruelly called out to her.

"Oh! It's Xiaowen! I'm so sorry, Mom was so tired, I fell asleep here. Luckily you woke me up,

otherwise I would have caught a cold tomorrow!"

Seeing that Mom was awake, I was relieved. I took off the showerhead and adjusted the water temperature while saying to Mom, "Mom,

how's business? Is it very tiring?"

"Business has been good these past two days. Although it's tiring, it's worth it." Mom seemed to remember something and asked,

"Xiaowen, didn't you take a shower before bed? Why are you showering now?"

There was no point in hiding anything from Mom. I explained the reason while turning my back to her (I was

aware ) and washing my penis and inner thighs. Soon, I finished talking, washing, and drying myself. I put on

clean pants, said goodnight to Mom, and prepared to go back to bed to continue my mission.

"Xiaowen!" Mom called out to me, then thought for a moment and said, "You're a big boy now, you need to pay attention

to hygiene."

Hygiene? I know that, the books say so too, but didn't I just wash? I looked at Mom

with a face full of questions.

Mom noticed my question and quickly said, "You can't get it clean in such a short time

. You'll get sick if you keep doing that."

"Then how should I wash it, Mom? Teach me!" My curiosity exploded again.

Mom thought for a moment, then sat up in the bathtub and said, "Take off your underwear, and I'll show you how to wash it."

I hesitated, not because I didn't want Mom to guide me, but because I didn't want her to see my

penis, which was much larger than others my age.

Mom thought I was embarrassed to let her see my penis and laughed, "Don't be shy. I

've seen every hair on your body."

That made sense, so I stopped being shy and quickly took off my pants, facing Mom in the bathtub.

When she saw my penis, Mom paused slightly, looked up, and smiled at me, saying, "Oh my, Xiaowen has really grown up

. Your little penis has become a big one. I almost didn't recognize you."

"Mom, please teach me how to clean it!" I cried shyly.

Mom stopped teasing and earnestly instructed me on how to wash: "First, put some

shower gel here, here, and here. Yes, gently rub it. Yes, and here too… Okay, push this layer of

skin up. Yes… What's wrong? Does it hurt? Hmm, it's okay. Mom will take you for a minor surgery another day

… It won't hurt. It's a very minor surgery. It will heal in two or three days, and then it

will be easier for you to wash… Also, you need to wash that area carefully, otherwise you'll easily get sores. Once it's basically healed

, just rinse it off and everything will be fine. Rinse it carefully too."

After rinsing, I put on my four-legged pants. I noticed that Mom's face was a little red, so I asked, "Mom, is the water

too cold? Don't catch a cold."

"It's not cold. Mom will soak for a while longer. You go to sleep!"

I had just taken a step when I suddenly realized that I knew nothing about female physiology. Mom was a ready-made

teacher ! She could definitely answer my questions about breasts, vaginas, and so on.

I turned around and squatted beside the bathtub, looking at my mother who was still soaking with her eyes closed. I said, "Mom, I still have some questions

I don't understand. I'd like to ask you."

My mother said lazily, "Don't ask me questions that are too difficult. You know I didn't finish high school." "

It's not difficult, absolutely not difficult. You're so wise, so beautiful and intelligent, so

clever and quick-witted. These little questions of mine are a piece of cake for you."

"Hehehe, alright, stop flattering me. I know my own limitations. Go ahead and ask!"

I thought for a moment, carefully organizing my thoughts, and said, "A while ago, my penis would

get erections . I was afraid I had a disease, so I first looked for physiology books in the school library, but I couldn't

understand them. Later, I asked my sister, and she explained some things to me and found her vocational high school textbooks

for me to read. After reading them, I understood. But there are still some things, like breasts and clitoris, that I

don't understand. I asked my sister, but she said those aren't things boys should know, and she wouldn't tell me. She even showed me the textbooks...

" The pages about these things were all torn out. "Mom, I just want to know what the physiological differences are between girls and boys, so

I can brag about it if anyone asks later."

My mother, who had been listening with her eyes closed, opened them and looked at my serious face. She chuckled

, then tapped me on the head just like my sister did, saying, "You little rascal,

the questions you're asking are all girls' secrets. How could your sister possibly tell you?"

Hearing this, I knew these were probably questions I shouldn't ask girls, and it seemed my mother

wouldn't tell me anyway. I gave a slightly disappointed "Oh."

Seeing my disappointed expression, my mother hesitated and said, "Mom... can only answer part of it for you.

The rest ... will have to be answered by your future wife."

"Okay, Mom, just tell me what you think I can tell you," I thought. Knowing less is

better than knowing nothing at all!

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