Green Mom's Game (Prologue - 02)

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"Did you steal chickens last night?" Aunt Yin leaned forward, her face almost touching mine,
staring directly into my eyes surrounded by dark circles.

Aunt Yin's beautiful face and playful expression made my scalp tingle. The moment our eyes met, I felt
a little embarrassed and subconsciously took a step back. "You stepped on my foot, how annoying!" It was Aunt Yin's
daughter, my childhood sweetheart Liang Ruoshi, who spoke.

I quickly turned back to apologize to her, then turned back to Aunt Yin to explain, "I'm a senior in high school, I
don't get enough sleep at all."

At this moment, my mother said from the side, "You don't look like a senior at all! You still have the nerve
to complain ."

This is my strict mother, Li Yujun, my homeroom teacher. As a rigorous math teacher, she
sometimes seems so unapproachable, giving me no face at all, and just likes to undermine me.

My name is Yi Bin, an only child, and I'm a senior in high school this year. My grades aren't great, but my biggest hobby is reading detective
novels. I'm completely obsessed with the ingenious plots and tricks they tell. I even have a notebook to record
all the tricks I've ever encountered. My dream is to become a detective novelist someday. I've only ever
told Liang Ruoshi about this dream, and only she understands me, at least in her actions. We've been neighbors since we were little, and we're incredibly close.
When we were kids, she loved to follow me around like a puppy. Thinking back, Liang Ruoshi was so
cute, like a little girl straight out of an anime. She'd call me "brother" all the time, and it melted my heart
. Because she's a year younger than me, she insisted on skipping a grade and ending up in the same class as me. Of course, she's
now a goddess-like figure at school—beautiful, smart, and everyone loves her. But as she grew up, she changed a lot, and her
way of addressing me was no longer the sweet "brother." "Idiot," "fool," I could comfort myself by saying it was
a nickname , a sign of closeness, but if pushed too far, Liang Ruoshi would just call me a complete idiot, and the "brother" image would crumble.
Aunt Yin actually liked me quite a bit. She was a nurse, and she was there when I had my circumcision, which made me afraid to look her in the eye
for two weeks. Aunt Yin always gave off a childlike vibe, and she always liked to tease Liang
Ruoshi and me; I suffered quite a bit. But Aunt Yin was so beautiful that even though I was taken advantage of, I was still
happy .

Today was Friday, and the four of us were waiting for the bus at the bus stop as usual. The first bus to arrive was
the 67, which goes to school. After saying goodbye to Aunt Yin, the three of us got on the bus. It was crowded in the morning, so we had to stand. Liang Ruoshi
poked me in the ribs from behind and asked, "Did you read detective novels again yesterday?"

Under my influence, Liang Ruoshi had also developed a strong interest in detective novels. We often spent weekends together
on the sofa, her with potato chips and me with a Coke, watching Japanese detective dramas.

I lowered my voice and told her, "I finished reading *The Locked Room* yesterday."

*The Locked Room* is a mystery novel by Japanese author Yusuke Kishi, featuring a locked-room mystery. In
modern times , locked-room writing has reached its limits, but this novel, using traditional, classic mystery techniques and ingenious
tricks, quickly captivated me.

Liang Ruoshi said, "Quickly tell me what happened in the 'Crooked Box' chapter!" She was a truly
good student and didn't have time to read these kinds of stories, so I always told her after I finished reading. Of course, I enjoyed it immensely,
saying, "You'd never guess that method..."

My voice involuntarily grew louder, and my mother gave me a hard tap on the head. "What are you two talking about?
I want to hear too!"

I cried out, clutching my head. Liang Ruoshi stuck out her tongue and instinctively hid behind me. She was also afraid of my mother,
even though my mother doted on her.

I didn't dare to continue.

On the way to school, my mother went to the office, and Liang Ruoshi and I went to the classroom.

The moment I sat down, looking at the number "79" in the corner of the blackboard, I knew that
the 79th cycle of the monotonous senior year had officially begun.

Liang Ruoshi sat far away from me. My deskmate was a sleazy fat guy named Du Yuan; we usually called
him Fatty Du. Fatty Du single-handedly cultivated my second hobby: browsing pornographic websites and reading erotic stories.
Before the first class even started, he gave me a lewd smile and said, "I found an
amazing , it's like a whole new world." Then he whispered in my ear, "It's called
'Green Mom Game'."

This brought up our favorite genre: green mom stories. Green mom stories are a really interesting type. I don't
empathize with the cuckold or the victim; I read them like detective novels, observing a virtuous
mature woman's downfall from a third-person perspective. The process of the mother's downfall in these stories is just like the tricks in detective novels, sometimes
making me exclaim in admiration, "The author is fucking talented!" I just didn't take notes, since I
don't aspire to be a green mom author, haha.

At first, I thought no one could actually enjoy their mother being cuckolded, but Du Yuan changed my worldview.
Even though he tried his best to hide his true emotions out of embarrassment, I still noticed them keenly.
For example, I only enjoy reading about the mother's slow descent into depravity in green mom stories, while he doesn't discriminate. Also, I also read about
married women's downfall, but he basically only reads about green moms. The most important point is that I'll watch any mother-son romance novel that contains any decadent scenes
, but he would never touch it. I've never met her mother, only that she's a policewoman, and I imagine she must
be very beautiful.

Du Yuan then said to me, "Absolutely a new world!"

I nodded and said, "I'll take a look at it at noon." I dare not during class.

The first class was my mother's math class. Today, my mother wore a gray blazer, and her white shirt underneath
was stretched very full by her breasts. Underneath the skirt were a pair of flesh-colored stockings. My mother's beauty and her personality were
a stark contrast. I always thought it was entirely due to the influence of my fashion-conscious Aunt Yin. Having
a , my mother, whose physical assets were in no way inferior, naturally developed a competitive mentality.
Otherwise, I think my mother would definitely be a rigid old-fashioned person.

My mother taught very seriously, especially paying special attention to me. I dared not be distracted at all. Coupled with my consistently
excellent logical reasoning ability, my math was among the top in the class, and only...
It was only math.

During class, Mom was explaining a sequence problem: "If a, b, c form an arithmetic sequence, and a+1,
b, c and a, b, c+2 form geometric sequences, find the value of b." Mom hesitated for
a students below the podium, and unexpectedly called out, "Liang Ruoshi, stand up."

Liang Ruoshi paused for a moment before standing up, then stared at her mother.

Everyone in our class was stunned. Mom didn't say anything, and Liang Ruoshi was clearly lost in thought, having no idea
why her mother had called her up. Ruoshi, who was naturally shy, blushed instantly, and her deskmate quickly tugged at her sleeve,
whispering a reminder.

Liang Ruoshi finally realized what was happening. She glanced at the problems in her workbook and, true to her top student status, quickly answered
after only a couple of glances: "Let a, b, and c be b - d, b, and b + d respectively. From...
we can construct a system of equations..." Her solution was incredibly clear and concise, and what was most admirable was her speed.

Mom nodded and said, "Pay more attention next time. Don't let your mind wander just because you've mastered it."

Then, she gave me a strange, fierce glare, making me almost wet myself, as if it were my fault for Ruoshi's
distraction . Although Mom kept scolding me, afraid I'd corrupt Liang Ruoshi, I really hadn't.
I love Ruoshi, and I didn't want her to be affected by me.

Meanwhile, Ruoshi sat down, wiped the blush from her face, and began to listen to the lesson with a straight posture, while I was seething with
anger.

After class, Mom went straight to Shishi's seat and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?" Mom was especially concerned about Liang Ruoshi, who had never been distracted
before .

Liang Ruoshi quickly shook her head and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Mom didn't scold her; she just patted her shoulder, giving her a reassuring look.

Just then, Liang Ruoshi packed up her books, preparing to take out her textbook for the next class. A
white . A heart was pasted on the seal—it looked exactly like a love letter.

Liang Ruoshi was terrified and didn't dare pick up the love letter that had fallen to the ground. Mom's face changed, and she
bent down darkening.

This wasn't the first time Liang Ruoshi had received a love letter, but I knew she had never replied, so I remained
calm and composed, just worried for her. After all, Mom and Aunt Yin had never heard of this, and I was afraid
they would scold her.

The moment Mom bent down, my attention was completely focused on the envelope. Suddenly, I noticed that Fatty Du next to me
had taken out his phone. I looked at his face in shock; his face was bloated with flabby flesh, and his lips were stretched wide in an extremely
lewd grin. I looked in the direction his phone camera was pointing, and I almost spit out a nosebleed.

My mother, because of her bent-over posture, had her already tight skirt clinging tightly to her round, full buttocks,
a perfect peach shape displayed before me. Her flesh-colored stockings trailed down her buttocks, past the slightly
lifted hem, towards the boundless and alluring depths of her thighs. I shamefully got an erection.

Coming to my senses, I quickly reached out and knocked the phone out of Fatty Du's hand. Damn it, he was secretly filming my mother!
Fatty Du immediately apologized to me.

Hearing the phone fall to the ground, my mother picked up the letter and glanced back. Fatty Du's eyes met my mother's
, and he instantly seemed to lose his composure, falling off his chair with a thud.

Mom looked at the envelope in her hand, and Liang Ruoshi quickly explained, "Teacher Li, I don't know...
I don't know where this letter came from."

Mom saw that Liang Ruoshi's anxious face didn't seem to be lying, and she always trusted her well-behaved daughter whom she had watched grow up,
so she said, "I'll take this letter," and turned to leave the classroom.

Liang Ruoshi cried, burying her face in her hands on the desk. I stepped over Du Pang and went to her side, poked her shoulder,
and whispered, "Shishi..." She usually didn't let me call her that at school.

She ignored me, and I stood there, unsure how to comfort her. Shishi really has always been a fragile
girl.

After the bell rang for the second period, I had to return to my seat. Du Pang suddenly said to me,
"Yi Bin, I think I'm in love."

Damn it! I said, "If you dare to fantasize about my mom, I'll kill you."

Then, until noon, I deliberately dragged Liang Ruoshi to the cafeteria with me,
not caring others said about us. Actually, everyone knows about our relationship, but no one has ever publicly acknowledged
it or joked about it. Aunt Yin is easygoing, but my mom, with her personality, takes this kind of thing very
seriously.

Liang Ruoshi only took one vegetarian dish, and I said, "Shishi, this isn't how you lose weight, is it?"

Liang Ruoshi rolled her eyes at me and didn't say anything. I quickly pushed
half of , saying, "This is called sharing the burden."

Liang Ruoshi suddenly asked, "Teacher Li will definitely tell my mom, right?"

"I guess so, but it's okay. It's not your fault. Aunt Yin is always very open-minded."
The image of her circumcising me flashed through my mind again.

Seeing that she was silent again, I said, "Who told our Shishi to be so beautiful?"

"Who said she's yours? Shameless!"

"Still denying it? Who was it when they were little and came to my house telling my mom they wanted to sleep with my brother at night?" I was just
trying to make a joke, but Shishi put her chopsticks on her plate and said, "I'm not eating anymore." She picked up her plate and left.

I was startled and quickly followed her. What was going on?

Shishi and I had argued before; her temper was always unpredictable, and she had a lot of quirks. I
always thought it was a common trait among beautiful women, and I'd gotten over it all these years. This time, I don't know what I'd touched on.
I didn't dare try to reason with her, and I couldn't anyway, so I could only follow her out of the cafeteria.

I walked beside her, neither of us speaking. After a while, I couldn't hold back any longer
. With a serious expression, I said, "Liang Ruoshi, this isn't the first time you've received a love letter. Is it really that serious?"

She didn't answer. I continued, "I occasionally daydream in class, is that really such a big deal? Liang Ruoshi, look at me.
I'm very serious right now, very serious."

Liang Ruoshi suddenly said, "None of that."

I was taken aback. "Then what is it?"

Liang Ruoshi stammered, "I can't say it..."

I was puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"Why do you ask so many questions about girls? It's so annoying." Liang Ruoshi said, then quickened her pace towards the classroom
.

I followed her all the way back to the classroom, feeling utterly annoyed by her. Back in the classroom,
bored out of my mind, Du Pang recommended that website to me again, so I took out my phone, entered the URL, and opened it.

The beginning was a page asking if you were over 18, but this one was a little different.
Below the four big characters "Green Mom Game" was a line of smaller print: "Please enter your identity and be sure to select according to your true situation."

Below were three options: a. Green Mom Cultivator. Taking it upon themselves to seduce all the mothers of others.

b. Green Mom Fetish. Offering up their own mothers is the beginning of their happiness.

c. Mature Woman Fetish. They simply like married women and mature women.

I pointed at the screen and asked Du Pang, "What the hell is this? What did you choose?"

Du Pang covered up and said, "Just picked something randomly."

"Tch." I checked the "Mature Women" box and said, "You chose B, right?"

Du Pang blushed, "Your whole family chose B!"

After officially entering the page, a pop-up window suddenly appeared, "Congratulations on becoming the 1000th user, catching
the last train of this game, the Green Mom Game has officially begun!"

What does that mean? I didn't think too much about it. After closing the pop-up window, there were rows and rows of videos. I
wouldn't dare to click on them in the classroom. I asked Du Pang, "Is it another one of those secretly filmed videos?"

Du Pang shook his head and said, "Much more awesome than that."

"Just 1000 users, how awesome can it be?"

Du Pang said mysteriously to me, "You might not believe me, but this website is a bit creepy." When he said "
creepy ," his expression showed horror. Damn, he actually scared me.

I put my phone away; I didn't dare look at it in the classroom, so I took a nap.

The afternoon classes were rather dull—physics and chemistry—and my brain felt completely foggy.

There was no evening study session on Friday night, so Saturday was a rare day off for us. Mom had a
staff meeting, so Liang Ruoshi and I took the bus home. She was in a much better mood, and I finished reading
the last two chapters of "The Locked Room" to her on the way.

That evening, I stayed home, and Mom still hadn't returned. I couldn't concentrate on studying, so I sent Ruoshi a WeChat message: "
Did my mom tell Auntie about what happened this morning?"

"Yes, she did. My mom just finished questioning me. [Poor thing]"

"Auntie didn't say anything, right?"

"Yeah."

"That's good. Get some rest."

"You too, don't read novels again."

Bored, I put on my headphones and opened the "Green Mom Game" website. The website's UI
was predominantly black, with an inexplicably eerie style.

I randomly opened a video. It featured a forty-year-old woman; the idea of her retaining her former charm was completely
nonexistent. She was flabby and overweight, and a middle-aged man was thrusting into her—it was utterly unattractive. I clicked on
several more , but the women on the other end were just too shabby.

I couldn't bear to watch them; only someone like Du Pang could handle it.

I then opened one tagged "student

." So I patiently watched it, and immediately I understood what Du Pang had been saying.

Before, I hadn't paid attention because the woman was so ugly, but now I felt no lust whatsoever. My mind was filled with only one
thought: how was this video filmed?

Everyone who watches domestic videos knows that they're usually filmed from a fixed angle or have a very obvious handheld
feel. But this video was different. The two people in it were like characters in an adult film, completely unaware of the camera's
presence . This camera moved steadily around them like a ghost, without a single shake. When
the man was on top, the camera first filmed from the left, then slowly circled around to the right.
When the woman was on top, the camera moved to the student's head, facing the female teacher. I glanced at the progress bar;
it was a full hour long. They finished in 20 minutes, and the next 40 minutes were spent lying in bed whispering sweet
nothings, while the camera filmed them from mid-air. If they weren't speaking fluent Mandarin, I
would have definitely suspected it was an unedited pornographic film, and a long take at that. But it wasn't. So how did I
explain this shot?

I broke out in a cold sweat. Just then, my mother came home. I quickly put down my phone and sat down at my desk ,
pretending to study.

Sure enough, my mother came to my room. It was already 11 p.m. My mother asked me, "Want a midnight snack?"

"No, thank you."

My mother walked over to me, saw that the page of my
workbook was faking it. Normally, she would have scolded me, but this time she just sighed and said, "Yi Bin, with your
grades, how can Shi Shi respect you?"

My mother's sudden remark left me speechless.

"Mom knows you like Shishi. I just didn't say anything before, and neither did your Aunt Yin. Everyone knows Shishi
is shy . Actually, we were even thinking of setting you up after you went to university. But the way you are, I don't even know
if you're good enough for Shishi."

I didn't dare look at my mother; my mind was a mess.

Mom patted my head. "You're not a child anymore. You're in charge of your own life."

After saying that, she left the room. Mom had scolded me countless times; I was numb to it all. But this time, damn it
, I actually wanted to cry. Tears streamed down my face, wetting my workbook.

I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth, then went back to bed to sleep. I looked at my phone, wanting to send Shishi a WeChat message, but
hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Finally, I opened that "Green Mom Game" again.

I opened a new video, still the same one where a student's hand was constantly shaking up and down his genitals.
In the video, the student and teacher were reaching their climax. The student pulled the teacher off the bed, making her lean against the wardrobe, and he
entered her from behind.

The camera followed the viewer's movements, and just then, it captured the full-length mirror next to the wardrobe. The lens
was pointed directly at the mirror, but there was nothing in it!

The camera was invisible, or rather... it didn't exist at all.

My penis went limp with fright. I threw my phone aside, lay on the bed, and
gasped for breath, staring at the dark ceiling.

What was going on?

The air suddenly became eerily quiet; I could even hear the pendulum swinging in the living room. Suddenly, I heard
the clock chime—it was exactly 12 o'clock!

A wave of intense sleepiness washed over me, and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up again, I found myself sitting in a chair, a light shining above me.
Looking down saw I was dressed in my usual school uniform. What was going on?

I looked around. It was a confined space, about one or two square meters. There was a screen in front of me, and
a microphone extended from an iron arm beneath it, with two small speakers on either side.

My hands were free to move. I was about to touch the iron wall in front of me when suddenly, with a crack,
a window opened in the wall. Bright lights shone outside, and five women, their hands bound by chains and their buttocks raised, were surrounded
by a circle. They all wore black blindfolds and had gags in their mouths, only able to make muffled sounds. I
immediately recognized the woman in front of me, her back to me. She was wearing a gray blazer and flesh-colored stockings—
my mother, Li Yujun.

Suddenly, a "click" sound rang out, and the front windows of the other four metal boxes were opened one after another. Liang Ruoshi's
frightened face appeared in the second seat to my right.

I shouted, "Shishi!"

Liang Ruoshi noticed me too, and tears immediately streamed down her face. She kept saying something to me, as if
pleading for help , but I could only see her lips moving; I couldn't hear her voice.

So these metal boxes were soundproof!

Liang Ruoshi was here, but what about the woman in front of her? I immediately looked over. It was a
woman . Although she was kneeling and prone, making it impossible for me to see her face clearly, from my angle I could see her entire
profile—it was Aunt Yin!

Suddenly, the lights above the women's heads lit up. A hanging bucket-shaped screen with three
screens facing different directions displayed the same image: a man wearing a fox mask appeared on the screen, and
his deep voice rang out, "Welcome everyone to the Green Mom Game! I am the god who organized this game."

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