I am Mom's Master 4

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In Chapter Twenty-Six,
I hurriedly drove to the entrance of the banquet venue, but didn't get out of the car.
I just watched the flow of people entering the hotel through the car window, trying to find my aunt. I was looking at the
magnificent , unaware that someone was also watching me from a high place.
A mysterious man wearing a golden mask was standing in the middle of the hotel's presidential suite, holding a glass of red wine. He used
his free hand to part a corner of the curtain and looked down at the roof of my car, a
playful : "Looks like you've taken this poisoned bait... my Mr. X."
He observed me from afar for a long time, occasionally glancing back at the clock on the wall, wanting
to know how long I would patiently wait before getting out of the car. "The banquet starts in five minutes.
They should have come out from there by now."
The mysterious man's smile grew increasingly eerie. He turned to look at the
crystal , then at my still motionless car, and said mockingly, "Mr. X,
the person you're looking for has long since left. I wonder if you'll be shocked by the reality before you when you finally find that woman
! And my dear Mrs. Lin, don't forget your promise, but it doesn't matter anymore. I
'll resolve your last remaining doubt! Hahaha!"
The mysterious man laughed loudly, downed most of his glass of red wine, got up, and returned to the center of the room,
stroking the cold... The mysterious man, peering through the crystal coffin at Wang Wenyi's pale face, said, "You
've become a living dead, placed here. From today onward, Madam Lin will be severed from her last
shred of kinship, becoming a living corpse. Did you, her first love, ever imagine such a day would come
? Dreaming of standing above me? Your final result will be losing everything, becoming nothing more than
pawns !"
He chuckled, pouring the remaining red wine through the crystal onto Wang Wenyi's face. "Drink up. This
is the last bit of red wine you'll ever enjoy. From now on, you'll only be
able to survive on flowers and plants, relying on your Wang family's special abilities..."
"The banquet is almost over; you should leave." Just as the mysterious man was pleased, an
elderly man dressed as a butler appeared outside the door, reminding
him it was time to leave. "I know, you may leave." The mysterious man waved for the butler to leave,
remaining alone inside. Gently removing his mask, the man's true face was finally revealed. It
was a dignified face, and he looked to be in his forties, the prime of a man's life
.
But strangely, there was a deep weariness and a hint of gloom on his face.
His hooked nose added a touch of ruthlessness to his otherwise upright appearance, making him lack the magnanimity and nobility that a leader
needs , and instead appearing vulgar.
The man opened the top of the crystal coffin and placed a pot of blooming flowers beside Wang Wenyi.
Like a victor, he coldly glanced at the defeated man with a condescending gaze. "You were once
one of my trusted confidants, but you shouldn't have dared to dream of reclaiming power you weren't entitled to. I warned
you long ago not to pry into the Lin family's secrets you shouldn't know. Now you've committed that crime,
and this is the power of my wrath."
With that, the man threw his wine glass at Wang Wenyi. The glass shattered, and
shards of glass pierced Wang Wenyi's skin, leaving bloody welts
on .
The man was quite pleased with the result. Watching the drops of blood trickle from the wounds, he kindly
moved the flowers from the coffin closer to the area where Wang Wenyi's injuries were most severe.
Seeing that the clock on the wall was almost pointing to the start time of the banquet, the man gently closed the coffin
, picked up his phone, and sent a pre-written text message: "Mr. X,
wishing us both an unforgettable evening!"
After finishing these tasks, the man picked up a new wine glass, poured himself a glass of red wine, and raised it to
the air, wishing himself success for tonight's plan. With an arrogant smile of complete control, he downed
the wine in one gulp, waiting precisely for the exact second the banquet would begin before leaving the room.
"Why hasn't Auntie appeared yet?" I looked at my watch; the banquet was about to start
, and I couldn't help but feel anxious. "Could it be that Auntie and that man went in together already?" Thinking of
this possibility, although I was extremely reluctant, I still opened the car door, determined
to get to the banquet in the last few minutes to see if Auntie was inside.
Such banquets hosted by the emperor did not allow latecomers to enter. I watched as
ladies, arriving late for various reasons, disregarded their image and ran inside, their evening gowns billowing. The
people checking invitations were constantly checking their time. I knew time was running out; I could
n't meant becoming
the laughingstock of the imperial high society tomorrow. For my aunt's sake, I had to go.
But just as I stood up, invitation in hand, and rushed out of the car, my aunt's phone
rang . "Darling, I miss your beautiful body so much. Tonight's dinner party
was so boring compared to you. I don't want your beautiful body to be stared at by other men with wolfish, greedy eyes. I'm on my way to your house now. Let's ignite
the wildness of your body for me from this moment on . I hope we can have a passionate night like that one." Seeing that Japanese undercover agent send such explicit and obscene text messages to my aunt's phone, I felt a sudden sense of defilement, as if the most beautiful things in my heart had been tainted. Although I had long known that my aunt, as a woman, had risen to prominence in aristocratic circles, there must have been things she didn't want me to know . I had always kept these things taboo with my aunt, and neither of us had ever mentioned them. Even when I accidentally stumbled upon them a few times , I quickly left my aunt's place. Every time I discovered that my aunt was doing something that betrayed her, I felt terrible, but every time my aunt found out...

Seeing her disheveled state, my aunt felt even more heartbroken and guilty than I did. It took
her a long time to recover each time.
To protect her, unless she specifically invited me, I gradually reduced my
visits , not wanting to rub salt into her already painful wounds. At that moment, I didn't know whether to feel
pain or joy. I was happy that my aunt didn't seem to be at the banquet with that man, but saddened that I
wondered had been taken advantage of by that man with ulterior motives. Regardless of the reason, I had lost
the purpose of attending the banquet, and I carelessly tossed the invitation into the street.
I gritted my teeth and used my aunt's phone to call the Japanese spy. After two rings, I heard
a middle-aged man excitedly shout, "Little fox, where are you now? Wash up and wait for
me in bed, I'm almost at your house!"
I didn't expect this man to say such disgusting things right off the bat. My loved one was being insulted like this,
but to preserve my aunt's last bit of dignity, I could only endure it: "Excuse me, I found
a phone on the street. Do you know who owns it?"
I tried my best to control my emotions, pretending to be a passerby, hoping to find out my aunt
's whereabouts from the man. Hearing my words, the man was stunned for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "You said you found
a phone? Is it a purple flip phone, a women's phone?"
I wanted to continue talking to him, trying to use the excuse of returning the phone to find out his location and subdue him
first , but I didn't expect that just as I was about to ask about his location, I heard a familiar
voice coming from the other end of the phone. "Honey, who are you talking to on the phone?"
"It's Auntie!" I recognized Auntie's voice immediately. I quickly hung up to prevent
her from recognizing my voice over the phone. Although it hurt, it also proved that Auntie was with
that Japanese undercover agent.
Looking at Auntie's phone in my hand, that man's number immediately called again. I had no choice but to
temporarily and turn the phone off completely. It seemed that sending someone to arrest that man was
no longer realistic, and even if Auntie and her husband wanted to change their minds and attend the banquet, it
was too late .
Should I chase after Auntie to her villa? I glanced at the banquet entrance, which had already closed, closed
the car door, and silently drove towards Auntie's house. At the same time, two conflicting thoughts appeared
in my mind...
Go? Or not? Going might mean seeing something I didn't want to see. If I don't go, my aunt will remain
with that dangerous man. What should I do? I hesitated and struggled internally as I drove
, but I couldn't find a solution.
In Chapter Twenty-Seven,
I remained in a dilemma, completely unaware of how I had driven all this way
. I almost didn't even realize I was already at my aunt's villa.
Looking at the familiar house, I couldn't muster the courage to go in.
Even now, to preserve my aunt's dignity, I couldn't bring myself to do it. More than once, I wanted to drive away, but
the thought of my aunt's continued entanglement with that Japanese spy made me want to rush in and
arrest that despicable man!
What should I do? This was the first time since becoming the head of the secret police department that I had hesitated over
something . As the saying goes, concern makes one confused. I kept calculating
my aunt's various reactions if I rushed in, but the more I calculated and considered, the more chaotic my mind became.
But as time ticked by, I knew that
continuing would only add to my aunt's danger. I took a deep breath, trying to calm
my hesitation, and retrieved my sidearm from a hidden compartment in the car. I loaded it and placed it on
the passenger seat.
"The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. You are now being transferred to voicemail..." I listened to
the familiar recorded message on my phone, gently turning off my aunt's phone and putting it in my pocket. At the same time, I turned on my
own phone and started searching for the Japanese undercover agent's cell phone signal. Sure enough, seeing the man
's signal appear near my aunt's villa, I understood completely.
Suppressing my anger, I picked up my sidearm from the seat beside me, feeling
the cold metal in my hand, my mind filled with fantasies of blowing that Japanese undercover agent's head off.
But both morally and logically, I had to control myself and calm down. If I impulsively killed this man,
officially I wouldn't be able to extract any information about the Japanese resistance from this potentially captured spy, and I would
n't be able to repay the Emperor's trust. Personally, his death would leave no room for evidence, which
might seem like a good thing at first, but if someone were to investigate later, it would ultimately be
a hidden danger that was difficult to explain.
Therefore, the clearest solution for me now is to gather my men and take this Japanese spy
into custody immediately. Once we get the secrets we want from him, we should kill him immediately.
This the best solution. This way, I can both curry favor with my superiors and use the "
uncertain" information he provides to completely absolve myself of any involvement in my aunt's case. I can find a few scapegoats to stir up trouble.
As long as the number of victims is expanded, I'm sure I can get my aunt off the suspect list.
I dialed the department's internal phone, and soon several black cars and various "ordinary people"
gathered around my aunt's house. I glanced at my watch,
quite pleased that they had managed to assemble at my designated location in just five minutes without any prior notice.
"Minister, all our department's undercover agents and armed patrols in this area have arrived on time
. Please give your instructions!" A young man dressed casually, who looked like a worker,
whispered as he approached my car.
Seeing that my men had assembled, I rolled down the window and looked at the armed men sitting in the car in the distance,
and at the nearly twenty undercover agents in front of me. I felt a surge of confidence that we could capture the Japanese spy alive.
Confidence: "Okay, there's an important Imperial prisoner hiding in this house. Immediately notify
comrades in other departments to stop coming here to avoid alerting the prisoner. Also, surround the area.
You can only come in after you hear my gunshot, understand?"
At the same time, I handed him my aunt's phone and instructed, "Throw this phone
far, far away, so that no one can see it again!" Obedience is his first priority, so he didn't answer,
nodded with the phone, and retreated.
Soon after, the cars and people disappeared from my sight. These well-trained secret
police officers had concealed their movements very well. Seeing that everything was ready, I gripped
my gun tightly behind my back, opened the car door, and walked straight towards the main entrance of the villa.
I knocked loudly on the door several times, but heard no response. I had no choice but
to enter the combination lock—a code only my aunt and I knew—and open the door myself. At the same time, I tightened my
grip on my sidearm, concealing it behind my back, and gently pushed the door open before entering.
The soundproofing in my aunt's room was excellent. I knew someone was definitely inside, but
on the first floor of the villa, I couldn't hear a sound; everything was so quiet. But the quieter it was,
the more uneasy I felt. I quickly scanned the first-floor rooms, finding
no trace of my aunt and that man.
Everything was exactly as it had been when I drove away. The only difference was a few more pairs of
shoes . Besides a pair of neatly arranged black stiletto sandals that I recognized as my aunt's,
four other pairs of men's leather shoes, some black and some brown, were haphazardly crammed inside.
Even a fool would know what the pair of women's shoes and four pairs of men's shoes meant. My mind went blank with a
sudden grabbed my gun and rushed upstairs, not caring why there were four pairs
of men's shoes in my aunt's room! Sure enough, just as I suspected, I saw a woman's dress lying on
the second-floor hallway. Following the dress, I hurried forward, and a heartbreaking scene unfolded: a
purple women's bra lay quietly outside my aunt's bedroom door.
I was instantly at a loss. The moment I saw my aunt's underwear
, the sounds of a man and woman having sex seemed to burst through the door and into my head. The man's lewd and
obscene cries and my aunt's feeble struggles and moans instantly made my heart skip a beat!
I stood there dumbfounded, my mind racing with fantasies that prevented me from taking those final steps. I
was terrified that if I pushed open the door, these nightmarish fantasies would become reality before my eyes…
At that moment, I was no longer the impeccably dressed imperial nobleman, but had reverted to
that helpless, homeless child wandering the streets, as weak as when I witnessed my mother's betrayal of the family,
unable to accept the collapse of my aunt's image in my heart.
I seemed to see again the image of my mother rushing into Wang Wenyi's arms in front of my father. Although
she , it was this same weak, weeping woman who had the heart
to push her entire family into hell for her own sake!
My trembling hand struggled to raise the pistol in my hand, pressing it to my forehead, letting the
cold remind me that I could now completely forget the day my mother betrayed the family. I struggled to control
the fear emanating from my soul. It was then that I realized that although I had received a considerable amount of "
interest" from my mother these past few days, the close contact with her had gradually awakened those terrifying memories buried deep within me.
Yes, I admit that before I hated my mother, my heart was filled with fear. Every night when I slept on the street
, it seemed as if my mother's twisted face was waiting nearby in the darkness, ready to devour me, her son!
Since the day my mother betrayed the family, I, a mere five-year-old child, had never
seen my family's beautiful faces in my dreams again. Every dream became a vision of my mother's hateful face and my father's
bloodied .
Coupled with the fact that I had been spoiled since childhood, young and helpless, often going days
without food, and constantly wondering if I was about to die and go to see my father in heaven,
the fear of death and the nightmares that haunted me made fear the only memory I had for six or seven years of my life—
a fear that penetrated to my very soul. It wasn't until I grew older that this fear of my mother transformed into
deep hatred.
But now, my aunt has dragged my memories back to that time. I don't want
the family image I've painstakingly rebuilt to shatter again in my heart, which is why I'm so unwilling to accept the reality of my aunt's promiscuity.
It seems that it wasn't that my aunt didn't want me to see this scene before, but rather that I had molded her into an image
that was too perfect , stubbornly refusing to allow any blemish on that image, deliberately ignoring what my aunt
had gone through during the years we were apart. But now, when I'm really facing these things, I truly understand that
my aunt can never be the innocent and naive second young lady of the Lin family again. That aunt deep in my memory is long
dead; what lives on now is just this aristocratic socialite, Madam Lin.
Is this reality? The pain in my heart constantly reminds me to accept it, but I keep
wanting to escape. Torn between these two dilemmas, my body honestly obeys my long-standing habits, forcing me
step by step towards my aunt's bedroom.
The closer I got, the louder the unbearable screams in my head grew, but the reality was that thanks to the
soundproofing , the entire second floor was so quiet
you could hear a pin drop, except for the sound of my footsteps… Every step I took felt incredibly long, yet as the bedroom door
drew closer, I felt as if I'd reached the door in the blink of an eye.
These two contradictory feelings surged within me simultaneously, and without realizing it, my hand was
already on the door, my breath catching in my throat! I slammed my eyes
shut and pressed my arm down with all my might, but for some reason, despite using
all my strength, the force transmitted to my hand was minimal. The doorknob turned slowly,
and my heart pounded with the sound of the door slowly opening.
"I can't take it anymore, this slut is squeezing my dick dry again, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum!"
The door had barely opened a crack when a man's heavy breathing came from inside.
The sound sent a chill down my spine, and instinctively, just like in training, I kicked
the door open completely! I grabbed my gun and rushed into the room. Perhaps the soundproofing
blocked out the noise, because the four men and one woman inside hadn't heard me approach at all.
They all looked surprised when I burst in!
I watched as they stared at the pistol I was holding with astonishment, their bodies still moving
rhythmically . One of the four men stood behind my aunt, thrusting into her vagina in a doggy-style motion;
another cupped her face, placing his penis in front of her, though it looked
limp just ejaculated; the remaining two were positioned as follows: one standing under the bed, holding my aunt's hand on his penis
and rocking it back and forth; the other lying beneath her, licking her breasts as they swayed with each thrust.
My aunt's fair body was being wantonly played with beneath these four dark-skinned men. Their
intense movements made it impossible for me to see my aunt clearly, and she didn't realize I had barged in.
Still caught up in the pleasure of the group sex, she moaned wantonly, calling for faster, faster, while hungrily
licking the remaining semen from the penises in front of her, leaving me stunned.
Although I had anticipated this outcome when I went in, the reality still
stunned . I stood there, gun in hand, forgetting what I was supposed to be doing.
At this moment, the man who had been making his aunt perform oral sex on him was the first to react. Presumably
because he had just ejaculated, he was the first to recover from the lewd act. He first
smeared the last drop of his semen on his aunt's face with his glans, then looked at me curiously and asked, "Who are you
? Not this slut's lover too, huh? Hey young man, want to join in? This slut is really
hot , be careful your willpower isn't enough and she'll drain you dry! Hahaha!"
With his lewd laughter, the remaining men also laughed knowingly, and as if in a show of
defiance they simultaneously intensified their rape of his aunt, forcing her to let out even louder moans. After
the initial shock, they used their noble status to disregard me, continuing to fondle
my aunt's body in front of me. Always high and mighty, they didn't believe someone dressed like an ordinary citizen
would dare shoot them. They plunged back into their sexual activity.
But after their stimulation, I finally recognized the man who had spoken first! Looking at this
lewd, middle-aged fat man who looked just like in the photo, I finally remembered what I was supposed to do. Stepping over the clothes scattered
on the ground , I readjusted my gun and shouted, "Don't move! I'm the Imperial Secret Police!
If you dare resist, I have the right to execute you all on the spot for arrest!" As I pointed my gun at them, I pulled my identification from my jacket pocket. Only
then did the people in the room realize who they were dealing with. Having heard of the Imperial Secret Police's fearsome reputation, they were stunned. I pointed my gun at them and ordered them to line up, hands raised, and get off the bed. At the same time, I grabbed the crumpled sheet and draped it over my aunt. Only then did she see me. The blush on her face vanished instantly; she seemed quite surprised by my sudden appearance. She stared at me wide-eyed as if remembering something, then quickly scanned the room, her face pale. She wrapped herself completely in the sheet and stood there speechless. I knew this wasn't the time to talk to my aunt. Seeing her silent made me very sad, but it was best to get rid of these despicable men first. I carefully watched the Japanese spy's every move, constantly on guard against his escape. At the same time, I fired a shot out the window to signal my men outside to come in. Sure enough, as soon as the gunshot rang out, I heard orderly footsteps downstairs. They rushed in through the unclosed first-floor door, fully armed, and surrounded the four naked men. But just as they were about to take my aunt away, I stopped them. Only then did I truly relax. Although I didn't understand why this undercover agent could remain so calm in such a situation , I was still very happy to have him captured alive. Since he wanted to feign innocence, I went along with it and didn't reveal his identity, lest he actually commit suicide or engage in a desperate act. I simply used internal hand signals to remind my men to not only maintain tight control over this guy but also ensure his life. I believed that once we brought them back, they would never see the sun . Each of these men had four or five guns pointed at their heads, forcing them forward. They probably knew that the Imperial Secret Police Department was a place where few were allowed in, but once inside , there was no chance of leaving unscathed. Whether these four men were pretending or genuinely aware, they now looked dejected and slumped down, no longer displaying the arrogance they had shown earlier . I watched their departing figures with a cold smile. "I don't care if you've colluded with the Japanese or not, I won't let you leave here alive!" In my mind, I had already sentenced those three unfamiliar men to death. My subordinates hadn't said a word to me from the moment they entered until they left, faithfully carrying out my orders without showing any emotion regarding what had happened in the room. After taking all four men away, the subordinate disguised as a worker reappeared before me, quietly awaiting my next instructions. "This is no longer your business, you can leave." I waved my hand, letting my subordinates leave , choosing to stay behind alone. I stood on the second-floor stairs watching my subordinates escort all the prisoners away before hesitatingly walking back to my aunt's bedroom. I locked the bedroom door from the inside before slowly walking over and sitting down beside my aunt.

Although I felt it wasn't right to leave immediately after meeting my aunt like this
, I really didn't know what to say to her in this state. I just sat silently beside her.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned cold. As if sensing my approach,
my aunt, who had been silent until now, began to sob from under the sheets. Now I was even more at a loss, and could only quickly
grab some tissues and slip them under the sheets.
To my surprise, instead of wiping her tears, my aunt
forcefully wiped away the remaining white liquid on her body, wrapped herself tighter in the sheets, and gradually
shrank towards the foot of the bed.
I hadn't expected my comfort to have this opposite effect, and for a moment I didn't dare to
do anything more rashly, so I could only stand there, letting my aunt cry under the sheets.
But as my aunt cried louder and more heartbrokenly, I also felt heartbroken. Fortunately,
the caught, and my aunt's matter was mostly resolved.
"Auntie," I called out tentatively, feeling utterly uncomfortable in the suffocating silence.
Unfortunately there was no response. She remained inside, sobbing to herself,
showing no intention of speaking. The pungent, fishy smell in the room made me uncomfortable.
Having experienced such things, I understood the strange odors around me perfectly
. The thought of what had just happened made the air feel thick and sticky,
leaving me feeling incredibly uncomfortable. "Auntie, I think I should leave now.
I'll explain what happened later."
"No!" Just as I grasped the doorknob to leave, my aunt suddenly shouted
, yanking back the sheets and grabbing me tightly from behind, naked, preventing me from leaving.
Feeling the soft flesh of my aunt's breasts against my back, a surge of immense hatred
welled up from the depths of my soul. My only thought at that moment was to leave this place as quickly as possible; I
didn't that kind of thing to actually happen before my eyes. Having already been betrayed once by my family, I could
n't bear another betrayal. Feeling my stiff body, it seemed my aunt understood something, and
slowly withdrew her hand from my waist.
I felt my back was soaked with my aunt's tears, but in this
situation , how could I turn around and look at her? Should I, like with my mother,
torment her with hatred? Or should I choose to trust her wholeheartedly with love?
A simple choice between two options was placed before me, but tragically, no matter which I chose,
I couldn't convince myself to continue. Once things change, there's no going back
…
My silence seemed to have hurt my aunt's feelings. She slowly pulled away from me, her sobs
ceasing. She asked me in an extremely cold tone, "Is your aunt
dirty ? Do you look down on her?"
A deep sadness was hidden in her words. My aunt asked me this
question , a question containing a desperate, irrevocable break. I believed that if I didn't give a proper
answer, my aunt would bury her last bit of sincerity somewhere I would never find. I hesitated.
Reason told me to leave, but my emotions commanded me to stay.
I closed my eyes and made my final decision in front of the door, but unfortunately, I seemed to have spent
too much time considering it. My aunt's face had gone from cold despair to a kind of mad madness: "Yes
, I am a filthy woman! You stinking men only know how to laugh at my depravity while lusting after my
body. Look at the things you left behind, they disgust me, disgust me! You can't trust any
men , men's hearts are all black, you deceived me, deceived me! Go away, I don't need
men's pity!"
Hearing my aunt's frantic cries, I knew that my appearance had pushed her to
the brink . I really couldn't leave like this, but when I chose to stay, the scene before me
stunned me!
My aunt was cursing all the men while using her sharp nails to dig at
the white semen stains on her arm, tearing off the skin and flesh without mercy, leaving her arm
covered in blood. At the same time, her face didn't show pain, but rather an expression of extreme blissful ecstasy.
Her tongue would occasionally dart out from between
her fingers, greedily nibbling at the skin between them. I never imagined my aunt would do such a thing. I rushed over and tightly grasped her
hands , trying to stop her from continuing these self-harming acts. I shook her body violently, trying to
snap her out of her madness!
But unfortunately, my actions were ineffective. My aunt remained lost in her own world,
her eyes vacant as she murmured before me, "I am a dirty woman. No man wants to touch a
dirty woman. I am a dirty woman! No man wants to touch a dirty woman." As she
spoke I felt her soul sinking deeper and deeper; the cruel reality had shattered her last
shred of psychological defense.
Suddenly, my aunt laughed, looking at my face with loving tenderness, and said gently, "Darling, you'll
always love me, right?" But the next moment, she looked away from my eyes in fear, pleading, "Don't hit me, please
don't hit me! I'll do whatever you say, whatever you ask me to do!" Then, she kissed my lips
forcefully , urgently twisting her naked body against my crotch.
I understood that this was the painful, suppressed past that my aunt had endured. Many men must have given
her both hope and despair, leading to her current self-destructive state, covered in wounds. Love that can't be loved anymore
leads to madness, to being hurt by love. But I couldn't believe how deep
and painful her wounds were. As I felt her efforts to please me, I kissed her back with deep affection.
"Forgive me, I didn't know your past was so tragic." I poured all my tenderness into
this kiss, and the coldness that once shrouded my eyes, unseen by anyone, melted away in front of my aunt. Aunt
At first, she responded passionately to my kiss, treating me as a man from her memories, her tongue entwining with mine. But soon, my tenderness
subsided
, and I felt a tear slide down my cheek.
My aunt finally recovered from my kiss, gazing at me with tear-filled eyes,
her gaze filled with gratitude but also a hint of hesitation. I smiled as I continued kissing her,
gently licking away the tears from her eyes, while simultaneously lifting
her bloodied hands and kissing away the grime with light kisses.
Seeing me lick away the remnants of the man's actions, my aunt was filled with gratitude but also
felt a pang of guilt. Just as she was about to stop me,
I beat her to it.
"Auntie, there's nothing dirty on you." I pressed my fingers to her lips, silencing
her apologies. I started kissing her from her forehead, moving down her face, taking in the tear tracks
and the semen that man had ejaculated on her face. Finally, I found her lips and
kissed her again. These
substances lingered in our mouths, but in the end, only our tongues remained intertwined. When the passionate kiss ended, her face brightened, and she looked at me with a smile. Gone was her former alluring charm; instead, she looked at me with a pure and gentle innocence, like a lotus emerging from water. Neither of us spoke, simply enjoying the warm atmosphere. But then, her eyes seemed to see something beyond me, and instantly returned to their previous panicked and hateful state. "Leave here quickly, leave here alone, go far away and never come back!" My aunt used my body as if to shield me from something, burying her head in my arms and sobbing softly. For the first time , but there was also something I didn't understand hidden within it. Although she said she wanted me to leave, the way she held me tightly betrayed her true feelings. I could sense that my aunt was filled with deep sorrow, but dared not tell me; she felt deep guilt towards me, but was also filled with helplessness... I think I understood the reason for my aunt's conflicted feelings. I smiled and kissed my aunt , while holding her tightly in my arms like she had. Since my mother and I had already had a forbidden relationship, why couldn't we spend a beautiful night together for my aunt's sake? Now my heart was at peace, and my mood had returned to normal. Our bodies were pressed tightly together as we slowly moved towards the bed. In the twenty-ninth chapter, my aunt kept her eyes tightly closed, a single tear rolling down her cheek—a tear . She nestled quietly in my arms, passively accepting my kisses, while I pushed her down onto the bed. At this moment, my aunt was no longer the wanton woman she had been moments before. She was shy and timid, like a young girl, clutching the sheets tightly, her cheeks flushed, shrinking back, avoiding my gaze, afraid to expose herself to me. This strange feeling of being together suddenly made me feel a sense of estrangement from my aunt, yet this estrangement also drove me to impatiently embrace this beauty before me, to thoroughly ravage her all night. At this moment, all the respect I had for my aunt vanished; I had crossed the boundary of kinship. I only wanted to face this pitiful woman beneath me as a man and a woman. Although I had never loved anyone before, at this moment, I felt that my aunt was silently enveloping me with the love that had long since disappeared from her heart. Perhaps the love my aunt felt at that moment wasn't for me, but that didn't matter anymore… After quickly stripping off my clothes, I slowly leaned down and began to leave a long trail of light kisses on my aunt's neck , causing her to writhe restlessly, trying to expel the itchy sensation from my lips and teeth. But the more she did this, the more she felt the itchiness penetrate deeper into her body, causing her legs to rub together uncomfortably. Although my aunt had long since fallen into the trap of loveless sex, becoming a , this emotional physical contact now brought her back to her girlhood in a hazy state, back to those innocent yet beautiful days… This most beautiful way of being together between a man and a woman made my aunt 's heart confused; all the promiscuity of her past seemed to have left her, and she responded awkwardly to my movements. I heard my aunt's voice grow increasingly heavy. I kept licking her smooth skin with my tongue, the sticky saliva covering her body, gradually awakening her body like a flame. At the same time , I slowly placed my hand between her legs. My aunt obediently cooperated, spreading her legs so I could lower myself and press my penis against her vulva. I stared intently at my aunt's blushing face, cupping her face in my hands to force her to look at me, while thrusting forward. My aunt's vulva had already secreted a lot of love juice under my teasing. With the lubrication of this love juice, my penis easily reached the base of her vulva. Faced with my onslaught, my aunt looked at me with a pained expression, as if blaming me for arousing her desire, yet she kept my penis inside her vulva, hanging there motionless . Feeling the warmth inside my aunt's vagina, I almost lost control and tried to ejaculate all my semen into her womb. But if I only cared about my own pleasure while riding on my aunt, how would I be any different from those men who had just enjoyed themselves on her? I desperately suppressed my desire. Although the heat between our skin had already made beads of sweat appear on my forehead, I still managed to stop my trembling body and loudly asked, "Who am I?" Hearing my question, my aunt hesitated for a moment, looking into my eyes. She understood the burgeoning desire in my eyes.

But at first, she didn't understand my question. Seeing the confusion in my aunt's eyes, I asked the same
question again, loudly, and suddenly kissed her lips fiercely until they bled slightly before
letting her go.
My kiss was a bit too passionate, but finally, my aunt understood my question. Her face
softened with tenderness, and she tried her best to present her most beautiful self to her little lover.
At the same time, she reached out and stroked my face, pulled my head down again, and, ignoring
the pain in her swollen lips, kissed me again.
The kiss was no longer as passionate as before; instead, a gentle, soothing warmth flowed between our hearts.
Slowly, my aunt's hand slid down my back, pressing against my buttocks, drawing our
bodies closer. She looked at me tenderly, her gaze fixed on my desire: "Love me, love me well..."
Although she had seen this burning passion in countless men's eyes, those lustful gazes only filled
her with disgust and hatred. But now, faced with my yearning, a tenderness welled up within her,
a desire to soothe my pent-up longing with her own body. "Let me love you wholeheartedly for one night. Since
we can't leave each other, let me leave behind a beautiful memory before we part ways..." my aunt
thought softly.
At that moment, I saw the last trace of gloom on my aunt's face vanish completely with those words. I
understood that after tonight, having crossed the line of blood ties, we could never go back, and some
things silently changed between us…
I held the woman beneath me tightly, embracing her with all my strength and courage. It was possible that after
tonight I would never be able to give her a single moment of tenderness again, so let me use these last moments to
leave behind everything I wanted to, so that I could live without any regrets in the days to come.
Feeling this slightly sorrowful tenderness, the softest part of my heart turned cold.
Since there was no more hesitation in my aunt's eyes, it meant that there was no longer any reason for her to hesitate.
But that was for the best; I wouldn't suffer for certain emotions in the future either.
Let me savor this last bit of warmth. It seems that love is a very
luxurious , destined to be something I can never have… With the last embers of sincerity in my heart, I tried my best to press
my penis tightly against my aunt's cervix, then slowly withdrew, leaving only the glans in the middle of her vagina, and
began to thrust gently.
Although the rhythm of my penis thrusting in and out was slow, each time it went in and out completely, making my aunt's
core go weak. Her waist began to involuntarily arch upwards to match my movements, and she
began to let out uncontrollable moans.
I looked down at my aunt's constantly swaying, blushing face, increasing the speed of my thrusts while
leaving wet kisses on the flushed areas of her body. At this moment, my aunt had truly
let go of her entire being, turning her head to the side and shyly playing with one of her fingers, responding to
my movements with bashful affection. Her long, black hair flew wildly with my movements, gradually becoming messy. Although it mostly concealed her
beautiful face, it also added a touch of mystery and sexiness to her. Some
playful strands even tangled around the fingertips of my left hand, tightly entwining my aunt and me together.
Instead of removing the strands of hair, I wrapped them even more tightly around my hands,
intending to keep them wrapped around my aunt forever. At the same time, I lifted her neck with my right hand and carefully kissed
her furrowed brow. Amidst her passionate moans, I gradually became
lost .
At this moment, we had completely immersed ourselves in this lovemaking. The physical pleasure
and the throbbing in our hearts blended perfectly, and a deep love made this union of man and woman
uniquely warm. Although this most common
missionary position seemed monotonous compared to the absurd days my aunt had experienced, lacking the excitement of various sexual techniques, it was precisely
this slightly innocent lovemaking that made my aunt intoxicated by the most primal actions between man and woman,
completely .
Although my aunt was now becoming like before, lost in the sea of desire
, her soft moans, like a kitten's meows, turned into loud sobs. Her hands began
unconsciously digging at my bare back, leaving many red welts. Her body began
to writhe wildly, especially her groin, which trembled uncontrollably.
Finally, under the combined influence of lust and love, I reached the peak of my desire, letting out a low, painful cry as
I ejaculated
deep into my aunt's womb. My aunt held me tightly, screaming, and at the same time, trembling ,
she gushed vaginal fluid from her cervix, drenching my glans, and we both reached orgasm.
After releasing all my desire, I fell from the peak of ecstasy, only to be
suddenly overcome by a huge wave of drowsiness. Only then did I realize how much energy I had expended in this physically and mentally exhausting sexual encounter
. Exhaustion made me want to stay still, embracing my aunt's sweaty body, wanting to
lie there forever.
But just then, my aunt, who had also come to her senses from the throes of passion, kissed my lips again,
controlling her vagina to envelop my now limp penis. Strangely enough, although
my aunt and I had both just recovered from the afterglow of our orgasm, her vagina didn't
relax; instead, it became even tighter. At the same time, something familiar began
to flow from her vagina into my body…
"Aunt…" I looked at my aunt in surprise, about to ask why she was
channeling her family's ancestral energy into my body, when her lips silenced my words. My aunt's cheeks still
flushed from her orgasm, her eyes filled with sweet longing as she looked into mine, silently pressing her
body .
She took the initiative and playfully stroked my nipples with her hand, while simultaneously using
the soft flesh inside her vagina to gently reawaken my penis, extending a new invitation to me...
When the sun reappeared outside my aunt's bedroom window, I had long since lost count of how many times
I had struggled asleep, exhausted. Only my aunt remained awake, holding me close, her face
filled with sorrow as she gazed at my sleeping face.
"I'm sorry..." My aunt, her face streaked with tears, stroked my peaceful, childlike face,
repeating . She held me and cried silently for a long, long time...
But even as she cried, a resolute expression slowly crept onto her face.
After giving me one last, lingering look, she got out of bed, naked, and
took out a beautifully designed candle and an unlabeled medicine bottle from the center of her dressing table.
The sun had already risen outside, but my aunt still lit the candle and placed it beside her
bed. She then poured out the two red capsules from the medicine bottle and placed them in her palm.
My aunt first put one in her mouth, then helped me sit up and placed the other pill
into my mouth.
"Since I'm about to send you to hell with my own hands, then let me go down with you..." My aunt said
softly , looking at my innocent sleeping face without regret. She swallowed the pill before I could, then
kissed my lips without hesitation, using her saliva to help me
swallow the pill in my sleep.
Without leaving any words, my aunt silently put away the sheet stained with the marks of our lovemaking, took a clean set of sheets,
and gently covered me with them. Without wiping away any traces I had left the night before,
she dressed and left, leaving me alone in my room to sleep. My aunt peered at me through the crack in the door
for a long time before finally closing the door with a sigh. Little did she
know, the instant she closed the door, I, whom she thought was still asleep, opened my eyes…
“Is it some kind of incense? Quite extravagant…” Smelling the peculiar scent emanating from the bedside candle, I
extinguished the flame with my fingers, quietly dressed, and calmly wrote a note on my aunt's
dressing table : “Aunt, I’m leaving… I hope you won’t deliberately forget yesterday, nor
deliberately distance yourself from me. Let everything take its natural course from now on.”
After placing the note, I lit a cigarette and put it to my lips, hoping the aroma would help
me sort out my chaotic thoughts. For the entire duration of a cigarette, I stared intently at
the note, my face shifting between a cold, icy expression and deep hesitation, two conflicting emotions constantly
battling within my mind.
I stubbed out the cigarette, now almost burned out, on the mirror in front of me. Looking at the black spot on the mirror
and my helpless reflection behind it, I realized that some things, like this flawed dressing mirror, can never
be the same again once changed.
I left the black spot on the mirror, and with a somber expression,
relit I got up
and left the room, which was gradually filling with a hypnotic smell, just like my aunt. Following in her footsteps, I left, leaving only the lonely candle flame
silently burning in the sunlight streaming through the window, devoid of any brilliance.
(Chapter Thirty)
Looking at her daughter's sleeping face, the mother felt a mixture of relief and deep
worry . Although she was now back to the lonely and helpless days of many years ago, she felt comforted that
this time she was finally not alone...
"But how long will this continue? Although that devil didn't come back last night, and my
daughters had a safe night, he will still come back eventually..." Thinking of
what had happened in this room yesterday, the mother unconsciously hugged the sleeping Wang Ling'er tightly,
afraid that her daughter would disappear before her eyes. "Last time, I gave my body for my daughters, forcing myself
to marry that beast Wang Wenyi... Am I going to have to use my body again to ensure the safety of my two daughters?"
A deep unease enveloped the lonely mother. At this moment, only the equally
pitiful was the only warmth in her heart. Under the candlelight filling the room, the cold basement
was illuminated, but it seemed to offer no hope.
Seeing that several candles were about to burn out, the mother took out a few new
white candles from a cardboard box and lit them with the dying embers. Originally, the mother intended to
install a
lamp for her daughter in the basement , but after bringing it down, she discovered there were no power outlets. Reluctantly, she placed the lamp on the floor and
brought a box of white candles from the room below.
Against the backdrop of the cold stone walls, the lonely, flickering candlelight offered no
warmth, only amplifying the darkness beyond, forcing the mother
to light more candles to ward off her fear. "Don't forget the vow you made
, to protect your family at all costs. For your two daughters, you must be strong!
Only by sending that demon to his doom can our family gain true freedom! So be strong.
Since you hold the weapon of your body, you must
send him where he belongs before he tires of it!"
The mother sat back down beside Wang Ling'er's bed, gently adjusting the blankets for her daughter in the
cold stone room. She draped herself in a thin layer of warmth, her breath steaming in
the damp, chilly basement as she continued to stay with her daughter.
She tightened her collar, but dared not secretly take Wang
Ling'er , fearing discovery by this capricious devil and
further trouble for her daughter. So, she repeatedly brought
necessities and placed them there.
Now that she had made up her mind, she would
likely , hiding her resentment and appearing before me with a fawning facade. All this was to lure me
step by step into this gentle trap, to devour me silently like a beautiful snake.
"But even if he doesn't appear, without our noble status to rely on, we will surely
fall into the mouths of other wolves..." After that night, Mother had come to deeply understand
the darkness , and how those seemingly virtuous nobles could reveal
their ugly faces once their facades were torn away. Putting aside the thoughts that had upset that person, Mother
gazed at her sleeping daughter, quietly enjoying the last moments of warmth. Although the coldness of the place
sent chills down her spine, compared to the helpless reality of the luxurious room above,
Mother preferred to stay here longer. "If only that devil would never come back
..." Mother murmured a hopeful thought.
But just as Mother was silently hoping to enjoy a little more
time , clear footsteps slowly approached from afar.
"Someone's coming down!" Mother's eyes instantly filled with coldness, her gaze
fixed , waiting for the source of the footsteps to emerge.
Step by step, the footsteps grew clearer and clearer against the empty stone wall.
As the footsteps drew closer, Mother's expression slowly softened into a gentle, ingratiating one, though she clutched
her desperately trying to conceal her true feelings.
It seemed Mother was truly a poor actress. When the person carrying the candlestick approached her
, Mother, startled by the sight before her, widened her eyes, unable to maintain her gentle facade any longer.
She covered her mouth in shock, frozen in place, wanting to shout something, but unable to utter a single word, completely
dumbfounded.
Seeing her mother's surprised expression, the owner of the footsteps seemed to have anticipated this. She
calmed her own equally excited heart and softly said, "Sister, it's been so long."
A touching sisterly reunion unfolded in this cold basement, but unfortunately, I wasn't
fortunate enough to witness this moving scene. At that moment, I was driving home, a melancholy expression on my face.
I rolled down the window, rested my chin on my hand, and let the cold morning wind tousle my hair.
My gaze was fixed on the passing scenery, but my mind was far removed from
everything .
Although I desperately hoped the drive home would be longer, so I wouldn't have to see some of
the realities I didn't want to see, even the longest road eventually comes to an end. I saw the women's sports car parked in front of my villa. Knowing who owned it
already , I wasn't surprised at all. All the turmoil I'd felt along the way
subsided the moment I saw the car.
I calmly pushed open the villa's door and walked in. I glanced at the huge
oil painting that had been moved aside, seemingly unconcerned, and strode into the room I had prepared for my mother and daughter
on the first floor.
"She probably thinks I'm still fast asleep, enveloped in the scent of incense..." Leaving
all my worries outside, I quietly closed the door and, for the first time,
spent peacefully with this little girl.
It really was too early. The little one in front of me was sleeping soundly like a sleepy pig,
even snoring softly. She must be having a sweet dream; otherwise, her lips wouldn't be curved into such a smile.
Completely different from the little girl in my memory who had bitten me two or three times with a pout, Wang Yue'er now
lay before me like a pure little angel. Strangely enough, just yesterday I felt nothing but
disgust for her and her sister, but now I could sit calmly by the bed watching her sleep.
I gently wiped away the dried tear tracks from the corners of her eyes. Only then did I realize how cruel I had been to
this little angel while she was awake. She must have cried for a
very long time yesterday! Having just lost her father and then treated like that by me, how could a five or six-year-old girl
possibly accept such a cruel reality? She'll likely cry for a long time to come, just like I did back then…
I was probably her age then. I stroked her tender little face. She
couldn't possibly be as strong as her older sister, accepting everything all along. She could only cry and scream, trying to
slowly accept this helpless situation, just like I used to. But even though my heart has changed now, there are some things I
still have to continue doing.
Laying Wang Yue'er flat, I slowly unbuttoned her nightgown, revealing her
youthful . My hands trembled as I placed them
on her chest…
Chapter Thirty-One:
"Is it really you! You're alive! Oh my god! You're really alive!" Confirming that the person standing before her was
indeed her twin sister, Mother cried out, rushing forward to tightly embrace her aunt, exclaiming in surprise, "
Why did you only appear now! Don't you know how much I missed you? You wicked man, why didn't you
come to me sooner? I thought you had died after that day, and I was the only one left in the Lin family, the
only one left to live pitifully! You wicked man! Why didn't you come to me all these years? Why!"
Unable to control her emotions any longer, Mother cried and pounded her aunt's body violently
, as if trying to release all the pent-up resentment she had accumulated over the years,
sobbing hysterically. Gradually, the mother's weeping subsided, her fists pounding
her aunt 's chest slowed, and she tightly embraced her twin sister, leaning weakly on her aunt's shoulder, letting
her silent tears soak her aunt's collar.
The mother's sobs disturbed her sleeping daughter's restless brow, as if the noise had disturbed her sleep.
However, the damage from yesterday's caning was too severe; as soon as her mother's crying subsided
, Wang Ling'er fell asleep again.
Seeing her sister crying so heartbrokenly, how could the aunt not feel good? The sister's sincere
tears almost softened the aunt's hardened heart.
"Sister, you're still as beautiful as ever..." Unconsciously, tears
welled , but the experience of navigating the world over the years allowed her to control herself well.
She controlled her emotions, not letting tears fall. Looking closely at her sister's
still , the aunt couldn't help but compare it to her mother's image in her memory. Yet,
she couldn't find a single trace of time's ravages on her mother's face; only a mature
charm .
Although the aunt had witnessed her mother's life trajectory over the years through various channels, this face-to-face
encounter was the first since the Lin family's decline. "If I hadn't been young and willful back then, unaware of
the world's wicked intentions, I wouldn't have done the wrong thing because of blaming my sister..."
The mother's heart was filled with joy at the reunion of the sisters after so many years, but the first thing the aunt
thought of was the mistake buried deep in her heart. Although she deeply regretted and blamed herself for that act
, since things had already gone wrong from the beginning, and she had been on this wrong path for over a decade,
there was no turning back.
"Since things were wrong from the start, I can only continue down that path. Forgive my sister,
one day you'll understand why I did this... And forgive me, you brat..." After last night's
events , Auntie had cast aside her last shred of hesitation in that passionate night.
Now that she had taken the first step according to the mysterious man's orders, placing a deadly pill
where it shouldn't have been, taking the second and third steps wouldn't be so painful.
Finally, Mom's agitated emotions began to calm down. She carefully cradled Auntie's head, beginning to
closely observe her long-separated sister. But as she looked,
deep self-reproach appeared in Mom's eyes. This was because Auntie no longer possessed the pure and kind nature Mom remembered; instead, she
exuded a decadent
, seductive allure. If Mom was a gently blooming rose, possessing a calm composure, then Auntie was
like a blazing peony, radiating a deadly fragrance that tempted men.
The twin sisters possessed completely different temperaments and styles of dress, making them easily distinguishable
to everyone . To strangers, they were simply two
ordinary sisters who looked alike.
If it weren't for the mysterious telepathic connection between twins, even their mother wouldn't
recognize the mature and alluring woman before her as her twin sister.
Seeing that her mother had gradually calmed down from the joy of reunion, her aunt began to stroke
her back gently, whispering in her ear, "Sister, I'm back! Sister, I'm back!"
She was reminding her mother that this wasn't a hallucination, but that her sister was truly standing before her...
Although there were still tear stains on her eyes, the hardships of the past few days had forged a strong
heart in her. Having composed herself, she looked at her daughter, still fast asleep beside her, and, lowering
her voice, tightly grasped her aunt's hand, anxiously asking, "Sister, where have you been all these years? How did you
find this place?"
Faced with her mother's many questions, her aunt didn't immediately answer. Instead, she led
her mother forward and placed the candlestick she was carrying into the pile of candles, adding
a .
"Ever since I learned about the family's affairs, I immediately found a
secluded and hid. After three years of hiding, I returned to the capital under a new name, but by then
, you, sister, had already become Lady Wang..." Aunt deliberately spoke of those
days of separation in a light tone. Although she briefly glossed over the hardships of those days, the pain she
conveyed was undeniable.
"I'm sorry, I had to make this decision for Ling'er's sake... Originally, I wanted
to die with my brother, but for the sake of the Lin family's child in my womb, I had no choice but to
embrace Wang Wenyi. I know you might hate me, after all, Wenyi was once your man... But
to have a safe place to give birth to Ling'er smoothly, I had to do this... Please forgive me..."
Although Mother didn't regret her decision back then, she still felt guilty for taking her sister's man away.
"I know all this. Before he fell for me, Wenyi liked you, sister. But I was
foolish enough to think I could win back his heart... Never mind, sister, I understand that you finally decided to marry Wenyi because of Ling'er, my
brother 's posthumous child. Ling'er was about two months pregnant at the time. I
remember you were the first to tell me this good news. Who could have imagined that just when you were about to tell my brother this good
news , our family... So you did the right thing, sister. There's nothing to apologize for."
Aunt's smile didn't change at all. Instead, she said to her mother with a slight apology, "It's
been hard on you all these years, sister." "Now that Wenyi has become your husband, I really don't know what
identity I should use to meet Wang Wenyi, my first love... I can only inquire about you from afar, hiding in
the shadows without the courage to come out and meet you, leaving you, sister, to suffer so much alone..."
At this point, the aunt's tone suddenly stopped, and after hesitating for a long time, she carefully asked, "Sister,
all these years... has Wenyi been good to you...?"
Faced with her sister's question, the mother didn't know how to answer for a moment. "He's
alright ..." After thinking for a long time, the mother used these three words to conclude her marriage.
"How can a marriage without love be happy... From the beginning, Wenyi knew
why married him, and he agreed to my request. For the first few years, things were alright; Wenyi
was full of love for me and Ling'er. But gradually, facing a daughter who wasn't his own, and a daughter who had
another , Wenyi began to grow cold towards us. He had his reasons, and I don't blame him.
Fortunately, Yue'er was born at this time, becoming the only gift I'm grateful for in this marriage."
Hearing her mother's words, the aunt suddenly felt a sense of relief. She didn't dwell
on the awkward issue any longer. With a gentle expression, she sat down beside her younger sister's bed. "This
must be Ling'er, she looks just like her brother..." Stroking her sleeping sister's face, the aunt's eyes...
Filled with deep longing, she tried hard to find any trace of her brother's features on the girl's face.
Following her aunt, her mother sat down on the edge of the bed. "Hmm...as my brother's only daughter,
how could she not resemble him?" Speaking of her daughter, her thoughts instantly turned to another
child of hers, and her eyes dimmed. "If that child were still alive, she would be twenty years old now..."
Hearing her mother mention me, a flicker of sorrow crossed her aunt's eyes, but she quickly concealed
it.
"Let's not dwell on the past. The dead are dead. What matters most is our present
. I believe that as long as we live well, it's the best comfort for those departed souls."
Her aunt helped her mother pull herself out of her painful memories, her words filled with encouragement and a glimmer of
hope for the future.
Hearing her aunt's words, her mother held her daughter's hand in one hand and her younger sister's tightly in the other, letting this hard-won
happiness envelop her. "Sister, we sisters will never be separated again!"
Mother stated firmly. Sensing the strength in her mother's words, Aunt gripped
her hand tightly and nodded vigorously.
Holding each other's hands tightly, the sisters recounted their lives over the years. Although
there were many painful memories, after surviving the calamity of their family's destruction and extermination, the fact that they could still meet
alive was a blessing from heaven.
"You've suffered so much all these years..." Mother said apologetically, "You've had such a hard time, and I haven't
fulfilled my responsibilities as an older sister... I'm sorry..." Mother repeated "I'm sorry" countless times during this reunion
, but despite doing so, the guilt in her heart remained undiminished.
"Sister, you don't need to say sorry anymore. It's because we lost contact... It
's not your fault. Blame our bad luck for making us sisters go through so much."
Aunt had no complaints about Mother's comfortable life over the years, but instead kept comforting her.
But the more her sister comforted her, the more guilty her mother felt. "If only I had persisted a
little longer , searched for you a little longer, instead of simply assuming you were dead, you wouldn't have
suffered so much. It's all my fault, all my fault..."
Tears streamed down her face almost continuously from the moment they met.
Feeling aunt felt a pang of sadness. After finally helping her mother
calm her guilt, the aunt hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question that had been on her mind: "But now,
what are you and your daughters going to do? From what I understand, this Mr. X is not someone to be trifled with.
That's why it took me so much trouble to get news of you after learning about the Wang family's troubles. Sister,
how about I take you both away from here right now!"
"No, please! Sister, I appreciate your kindness, but that man has the power to uproot the Wang family
overnight . How could we, women who have lost everything, possibly stand a chance against him... Sister, don't
put yourself in danger for our sake!" Mother immediately stopped Aunt's risky idea.
"But seeing you living in such a dangerous place, how can I just stand by and do nothing?
No , listen to me. Although I don't have much power right now, I still
have a way to hide you and your daughter!" Aunt didn't flinch at all because of the danger. She held Mother's hand and tried her best to persuade
her to accept her arrangement and escape from here quickly.
"Sister, why do you have to do this! To save us, you'll be dragged into this too. No, this is too
risky. We can't do this." Mother rejected her sister's risky idea, not wanting to involve her sister, whom she had finally reunited with, for her own
safety .
"But if not this way, do you have any other options? Sister, believe me, everything will be alright." Hearing
her mother's resolute words, the aunt still hadn't given up, continuing to try and persuade her mother to change her mind
and leave with her.
Seeing her aunt's insistence, the mother knew that without a good reason, her stubborn younger sister, who
had always been headstrong, would definitely not listen and leave alone, but would rather die than leave this
dangerous place with her. "Actually, I already have a way to leave here..." Although somewhat embarrassed
, the mother still told her aunt her plan to get her to leave obediently.
"Sister, lust is a double-edged sword. Your honey trap will surely take his
life silently! But doing this is too unfair to you, sister. If you do this, it means you'll have to use your body with that
person..." The aunt stopped there, silently reminding her mother of the
price she would have to pay.
"Sigh..." Looking at her younger sister's worried eyes, the mother
sighed, all the sorrow in her heart turning into a sigh . Actually, the mother still had some hesitation, but reality no longer allowed her to hesitate
any longer. She couldn't continue to hesitate like this: "It's alright. I've already thought about the pros and cons and
am mentally prepared. Don't worry about me, I can handle it."
"This..." Not knowing that her mother had such a firm resolve, the aunt opened her mouth as if to
say something, but seeing the mother's determined gaze, she ultimately chose to keep her words to herself:
"Since you're already mentally prepared, sister, I won't say anything more. Take this;
you can contact me anytime through it."
Saying this, the aunt took out a pair of black and white yin-yang fish earrings from inside her clothes and personally put them
on her mother's ears.
"Press the white dot on the black button to dial my number, and the white one is the
receiver . Finally, I want to say one last thing, and I hope you'll take it to heart, sister. Since you've decided to
do this, abandon any sense of shame and make good use of your assets to cling tightly to that man
. The sooner you use your internal energy to drain his life force, the sooner you and your daughters can escape this misery.
As for the future, don't worry, sister. As soon as I get back, I'll have someone prepare new identities for you three
. Once it's done, I'll safely take you all away, and you'll have new identities and a new life."
A new life.
Chapter Thirty-Two:
Just as my aunt rekindled my mother's hope for the future, I also held my own future
in my hands for the first time.
Unfastening the platinum necklace around my sister's neck, a familiar photograph lay quietly inside.
Although the photograph had been cropped and the edges were yellowed with age,
I could still recognize it instantly from the depths of my memory.
"Mom..." I softly called the name of the person in the middle of the photo. Facing the
peaceful , my memories seemed to be transported back to that faded time along with the photo...
"Yan'er! Don't just keep kissing your mother, look at the camera! How can Dad take a picture of you if you don't look at the camera
?"
"Brother, you know Yan'er loves to cling to his sister and kiss her all the time. What, are you
jealous of your son, you big man! Haha..."
"Sister, don't tease him. Brother is just like that, he gets jealous of everyone. Hmm, Yan'er,
let Mom have another kiss."
"Hey! Stop it, I'm really angry!"
"Look at you! You're already the head of the family, but you still have no sense of propriety, yelling and shouting.
You can't even take a good picture of Yan'er's fifth birthday. Give me the camera, let me show you how this old man
takes pictures of my precious grandson!"
"Forget it, Dad! You should leave the camera with my brother. Last time you took
a picture of your precious grandson, you captured all his little feet and hands, but you forgot to include Yan'er's little face
!"
"You naughty daughter, always bringing up your father's embarrassing moments. What's wrong? Today, this old man
is to take a picture of my grandson himself! What's wrong with that!"
"Sister... Sister, look, Dad's being indecent again, haha... Ah, Dad, don't hit me,
I'll let you take the picture, I'll let you take the picture, okay? Dad, please forgive me, I'll never do it again..."
The laughter sealed away in my memory flashed before my eyes like scenes from a movie.
It turns out that no matter how much I deliberately try to forget, those beautiful memories always remain in their own place.
Gently closing the necklace, I carefully placed it back on my sister's chest. In stark contrast to her sister's numerous
scars , Wang Yue'er's exposed skin was as smooth as a fine white silk,
so delicate and flawless that not a single mole could be found.
I placed my palm over my sister's undeveloped pink breasts, only then noticing that
although her chest appeared flat to the naked eye, I could feel a faint
, soft undulation in my hand. I quickly composed myself, banishing these useless thoughts, and
solemnly placed my hand on my sister's chest, slowly reciting the obscure incantation from the depths of my memory…
"Use your eyes to see clearly who I am again…" The instant I uttered the incantation,
a strange power, through my voice, compelled my sleeping sister to open her eyes wide at the same moment!
The younger sister stared in terror at the demon that had suddenly appeared before her, her eyes filled with a
despairing fear. She tried to struggle, but found herself controlled by a force surrounding her, unable to move and
completely losing control of her body!
The younger sister was now like a fish on the chopping block, her once bright, inky eyes
gradually losing their color under the influence of the spell, becoming cloudy and
eventually pale.
But as her sight was taken away, a powerful, oppressive force began to fill the
room. Countless mysterious golden characters flickered around her, eventually forming a complete
circle that began to rotate on its own, its core located in the younger sister's heart…
"Sister, I'm waiting for your good news. Remember, since you've started, don't let your heart soften. The sooner you send
this man to hell, the sooner you and your mother can escape this sea of suffering." Holding her mother's hand tightly,
the aunt reluctantly left with these sincere words of advice before departing, leaving the mother alone to continue guarding Wang
Ling'er. Just then, I quietly closed Wang Yue'er's door and heard my aunt's footsteps
coming from behind the oil painting.
Although the footsteps in the secret passage were still very faint, I rushed out. Regardless of whether the footsteps
belonged to my mother or aunt, I couldn't afford to meet them in this situation; it was best to get out of there quickly.
Luckily, just as I quickly got back into my car, my aunt
appeared outside the villa almost simultaneously.
Out of caution, she carefully observed the surroundings before putting on her sunglasses
and away, unaware that a pair of cold eyes were watching her
departing figure from the corner of the next street.
"Aunt, since this is the path you chose, don't blame me for being ruthless as your nephew!"
Taking off my glasses, my heart, like my aunt's, had been sorted out last night, but seeing the colored marks on my aunt's body through the special glasses
still chilled me to the bone.
I glanced at my watch and silently counted down the last twenty
-four Once the sealed tube of ointment was exposed to air, the colored mark would only
remain effective for twenty-four hours. I only intended to use it to monitor my mother's movements after I left home, but I never expected
this little gadget to help me catch such a big fish.
The time was up. The colored mark I left on the car window yesterday morning disappeared into the increasingly
glaring sunlight, leaving no trace. But in this short day and night, my heart
was etched with too many wounds. Some choices I once thought were right now seemed incredibly foolish, and
some things I once considered precious had become laughable lies. But the most ridiculous thing is that no matter
what I understand now, I must continue
down .
Composing myself, I realized I didn't have the courage to go inside and continue to cruelly treat
my "enemies"... Now that the hatred has vanished, what emotion can I use to sustain this
meaningless revenge?
"Ah—"
The mother, left alone in the basement, was sorting through her feelings after reuniting with her aunt when she suddenly
heard her youngest daughter's scream come from the ground. The scream was shrill and
chilling.
The mother's heart leaped into her throat at the sound of her daughter's agonizing cry. Desperate to save her daughter, she
instantly recognized the source of the scream and jumped up from beside Wang Ling'er's bed,
calling her daughter's name as she rushed out. Wang Ling'er, also awakened by the scream,
stared blankly at her mother disappearing down the stone steps with lightning speed, her eyes still heavy
with sleep. The older sister, not fully awake, initially didn't understand what had happened
to make her mother rush out so frantically, but she quickly realized what was happening and frantically
followed her mother's direction.
In her panic, Wang Ling'er climbed the hundreds of stone steps in less than five minutes. But
the closer she got
to the ground, the clearer the men's angry roars and the little girl's cries became. Gradually, the cries of mothers began to mingle with the sounds, filling Wang
Ling'er with a sense of foreboding.
Pressing her chest hard, trying to suppress the burning sensation in her lungs from the exertion, Wang Ling'er, worried about
her sister's safety, rushed breathlessly to
the outside of her sister's room without a moment's rest. But the scene before her eyes immediately made her eyes widen in shock!
"Smash!"
"Smash!"
"Smash!"
When Mom reached the ground first, the first thing she saw was me standing in the middle of the room,
repeatedly smashing the glass beside me against Mom and Wang Yue'er. I was clutching my bleeding
hand, yelling, "You little bastard, how dare you bite me! Fine! I'll show you the price of
hurting me!"
Hearing my curses, even though she didn't understand what had happened, she saw her daughter curled up in a corner on the floor like a
broken toy, covered in black footprints and blood, crying loudly.
In her panic, Mom rushed forward to shield her daughter, ignoring the excruciating
pain in her back. She frantically tucked Wang Yue'er's matted hair behind her head, only then realizing the source of the blood
was her daughter's once bright, dark eyes…
By now, a thick layer of shards of glass had accumulated on the floor, and large pools of dark red blood
had stained the carpet. The mother tightly embraced her weeping daughter, shielding her from my
rage with her own body. But even so, she was too late. She desperately tried to cover the wounds on her daughter's face,
but the blood that kept flowing stained her entire shirt red.
"No! No! Yue'er, open your eyes! Open your eyes and look at Mommy!" Wang Yue'er's
face was covered in shards of glass and wounds, her eyes surrounded by dark bruises—a truly horrifying sight. But what was most shocking
were her tightly closed eyes and the black blood gushing from them.
Hearing Wang Yue'er's painful screams, the mother's heart clenched into a knot. Immense regret and
pain overwhelmed her. She couldn't believe that demon would be so cruel to her youngest daughter.
The long-suppressed hatred erupted almost instantly. The mother rushed forward, ready to fight me! But as
a frail woman, how could the mother be a match for me? I easily kicked her down beside her daughter.
"You bitch! Are you going to hurt me too! Are you going to hurt me too?!" I struggled to suppress my trembling
body and continued to kick my mother hard.
With each kick, my heart bled, as if I were tearing my own heart open with a knife.
The immense mental anguish pushed me to the brink of danger. When kindness only brought me pain, I
might as well choose to fall into sin... To avoid driving myself insane, my subconscious chose to escape out of
self- preservation, returning me to the past, becoming that
demon with only hatred in my heart once more!
I laughed wildly as I continued to kick the mother and daughter, as if this gave me immense
pleasure I let the shards of glass on the ground cut bloody marks on my mother's body. Perhaps
those tiny bloodstains were too alluring, for I couldn't help but return to the table
, cursing loudly as I began to throw the glass at my mother again.
When Wang Ling'er arrived outside, she saw a scene straight out of hell. Her mother,
weakened by my torture, lay limply on top of Wang Yue'er, blood trickling from her mouth,
struggling with her last ounce of strength to protect her daughter.
"Mom! Sister!" Wang Ling'er rushed frantically to her family, wanting to see the
extent of my torment. But just as she helped her mother up, a glass
slammed into the back of her head...
Instantly
, Wang Ling'er felt a warm liquid flowing from the back of her head. Without turning around, she
knew that the demon had also smashed a glass over her head.
She looked down; my attack had rendered Wang Ling'er completely silent. This was because yesterday's
experience in the basement had begun to teach her to control her anger so as not to drag her family into an even more dangerous
vortex. But the tragedy before her eyes and her own pain had already intertwined into a venomous snake,
frantically gnawing at her last psychological defenses.
Ultimately, Wang Ling'er's efforts were shattered by her rage. And emotions are like monsters—the deeper they are
suppressed , the more violently they erupt! In the instant Wang Ling'er's reason collapsed, the
suppressed anger overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, driving her to lunge at me and fight! Fortunately,
her mother reacted quickly, grabbing her daughter first.
Her mother shook her head sternly at Wang Ling'er, handing Yue'er to her sister as she
trembled as she stood up.
She pressed Wang Ling'er down firmly to prevent her from acting impulsively, and after slightly adjusting the shards of glass on her clothes, Mom…
My mother forced a smile and said to me, "I'm sorry, Master. My daughter has committed a grave sin, harming your
precious
daughter." With that, she bowed deeply to express her apology. "Punishment is necessary, but please spare my daughter's life so I can teach her the proper
etiquette for a servant."
Looking at the smiling woman before me, I suddenly felt incredibly distant, as if she
were a complete stranger… But I had already become that arrogant
demon , and this distance only caused me momentarily disorientation. To deceive the
enemies lurking in the shadows, I had to temporarily abandon these unnecessary emotions…
"Why, Mother!" Hearing her mother's fawning words, Wang Ling'er never imagined that her
usually caring and loving mother could be so weak and subservient. She turned and shouted at her mother.
But as soon as she turned away, the anger in her heart dared not be vented on this great mother.
Those clenched fists, and the blood dripping from between her fingers, were the true cries of her heart
. Seeing the demon stop what he was doing because of her pleas, and instead look at her with a
mocking expression, the mother knew that her words had successfully swayed her. But
to save her daughter's life, it seemed she needed to humiliate herself even more to satisfy him…
"I'm sorry… Master, if my daughter has truly done anything wrong, I am willing to bear any
punishment you may give her."
Suppressing the humiliation, the mother trampled her last shred of self-respect on the ground,
kneeling .
Unable to believe her eyes, Wang Ling'er, seeing her mother suffer such humiliation,
was no longer filled with hatred, but with a monstrous killing intent! However, to prevent her mother's
suffering from being in vain, Wang Ling'er could only quietly turn her tearful face back, holding her weeping
sister, and tightly closing her eyes to accept this cruel reality.
"Oh, really anything?" I lewdly lifted my mother's chin with my fingertips, my hand
easily slipping inside her collar. I kneaded her two round breasts,
savoring the shame on her face, patiently waiting for an answer that would satisfy me.
My mother never imagined I was so lustful, so undisguised in my ugly lust, doing such a thing in broad daylight
in front of her own daughter! She wished she could die right there; she absolutely
refused to let her daughter see her like this! A tremendous shame filled her chest, suffocating
her!
But the more humiliated she felt, the harder I kneaded! I chuckled and ripped
open , exposing her breasts, covered in bruises, to me. Though she was
unwilling, her body's natural reaction was uncontrollable! When I saw her
two , they were already erect!
Seeing such tempting food, in my mother's eyes I was like a wild beast that had been ravenously thirsty for a long time.
I opened my mouth wide and bit down hard on her nipple! But despite this, to preserve
the last bit of dignity in front of her daughter, my mother endured the excruciating pain in her chest and silently
let me continue my wanton behavior on her breast.
Looking down at the man who was biting her breast, my mother
felt , because she knew that the more lewd I acted now, the
easier it would be for her to get close to me in the future. She firmly believed that as long as she could get through this darkest period, my aunt would definitely be able to
help her family of three escape safely!
Coldly looking at this demon who had almost taken everything from her, my mother had already prepared a
deadly , just waiting for me to fall in so she could savor the pleasure of revenge! Thinking of this, my mother's
heart calmed down, and the excruciating pain in her chest seemed to lessen a lot.
Quietly waiting for me to leave her chest, Mom coldly stared at the teeth marks on her breasts,
continuing to expose her upper body without any attempt to hide it. The moment I looked up and met her gaze,
she put on a gentle smile and softly said, "Master, please spare my daughter."
Mom seemed quite satisfied with my performance and readily agreed to her request:
"Good, very good! This time, I'll forgive your daughter's sins for your sake, but I absolutely do not want
this kind conversation to happen again, understand?"
Having said this, I instantly stripped away the lewdness from my face, adopting an arrogant
demeanor as I personally helped Mom up from the ground. My gaze swept over Mom's swollen knees,
a fleeting hint of pity flashing in my eyes, but as easily missed as a shooting star.
I helped Mom straighten her clothes slightly at her chest; although the top had been torn to shreds
, it at least barely concealed her breasts.
Although she didn't understand the meaning behind my actions, my mother didn't press
the matter further. She let me continue, watching me with a smile the entire time.
But the more she smiled at me, the more sorrowful my heart became… I used all my strength to control my
true emotions, preventing them from overflowing, and calmly tossed the phone from my pocket in front of her.
"Call my room when the doctor arrives," I coldly said, then stepped forward
and picked Yue'er up from Wang Ling'er's arms. Ignoring Wang Ling'er's resentful gaze, I turned and strode
away with my little sister in my arms, not letting anyone see the tears streaming down my face.
Seeing her sister being carried away by this devil, Wang Ling'er silently clenched her fists,
staring intently at my retreating figure, her eyes practically spitting fire! But she didn't know that
the most inhuman demon she had always thought of was actually the most heartbroken person at that moment...
As soon as I returned to the bedroom, I rushed to my bedside and placed my sister on the bed. I hurriedly took out
alcohol and gauze, and carefully used tweezers to remove all the tiny pieces of glass from my sister's face. "I'm sorry!
I'm sorry!" I kept repeating this sentence, letting my long-suppressed true feelings be completely released at this moment
.
Feeling the wet tears on my face, Wang Yue'er, who had been sobbing just moments before
, quietly used her delicate little hands to gently wipe away the tears from my face.
"Brother, don't cry, brother, don't cry..." Wang Yue'er comforted me with an angelic smile, just as she
had bravely let me smash the glass in her face. Her obedience was both heartbreaking and painful.
"Yue'er knows that brother is the saddest one, so brother shouldn't cry anymore, or you'll be ashamed."
Yue'er sat up and hugged me as I cried, warming my fragile heart with her small body.
"Brother, will our family really be able to live a happy life like big sister said?"
Wang Yue'er whispered in my ear. At this moment, her voice no longer held the innocence of a child,
but only a deep anxiety about the future and a sense of helplessness towards reality.
"We definitely will!" I hugged the little girl in my arms tightly, giving my answer as if it were a vow,
because not only Yue'er, but I had also placed all my hopes on this answer.
After crying my heart out , my suppressed emotions eased considerably, and my spirits gradually returned to normal. "So, Yue'er and your brother
must bravely persevere together, understand?"
"Yes!" Yue'er nodded vigorously at me, her obedient and adorable appearance prompting me to affectionately
ruffle her little head. She felt my affection and giggled,
instantly adding a touch of warmth to the chilly room. Yue'er smiled and snuggled against my chest, like hugging a beloved toy
, rubbing her little face against my chest repeatedly: "Brother... Brother... I've wanted a
brother for so long!"
But before her cute voice could finish, she cried out in pain from the bruises on her face. Seeing my little sister's pained face, my heart ached. I quickly helped her lie down again and carefully used the alcohol tincture to tend to the wounds on her face. "Does it hurt a lot? It's all my fault, I made you blind and caused you such a serious injury..."
Hearing my words, Yue'er gently shook her head and reached out her little hand to take mine. "Yue'er doesn't hurt. That Japanese lady could endure the pain of not being able to speak, so Yue'er can endure the pain of not being able to see."
My sister's innocent words were just like before. After I drew out her strength, she immediately knew that the person in front of her was the brother in the photo, and she also understood all the secrets and experiences in my heart. But at the same time, she also carried these heavy burdens on her young shoulders.
"Knock knock knock!"
Just as I was feeling deeply guilty for my sister's sacrifice, a series of urgent knocks came from outside the door.

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