Truth 2099

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"What is your main purpose in returning to 2048?" I asked the elderly gentleman with graying hair in front of me. His profile read: Liu Chongjun, 72 years old, antiquities connoisseur and collector.
"That year, my house caught fire, and a Cézanne painting was destroyed. I hoped to retrieve the painting before the fire started."
"Hmm!" I wrote "antiquities preservation" on the time travel application form on the table, and looked up slightly to ask him, "You don't have any other purpose, do you?"
"No, no! Just this purpose."
"Do you know the regulations for returning to the past using the Horner?" I tested him.
(Note: The Horner is the name of a time machine, invented by the German Horner in 2080.)
"Hmm! You cannot meet yourself, you cannot make any purchases, you cannot actively guide the activities of ancient people, you cannot reveal modern scientific and technological knowledge, and you must leave immediately when the warning light turns yellow." The old gentleman answered very honestly.
"Okay! That's about it. Also, the salvaged items must be brought back to the modern era. Otherwise, preserving something that shouldn't exist will affect the future of archaeology and the redistribution of wealth, causing serious spacetime disruption. You understand, right?"
"I understand! I just think it's a pity that the famous painting was burned; I have no other intentions!"
"We have a comprehensive spacetime surveillance system. No matter what era you're in, there are many spacetime special police officers watching you at all times. You can't take any chances." I reminded him again in the standard way, stamped the approval stamp, and entered the approver's password and palm print into the computer. That was it for one spacetime travel application.
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work for the approval department of the "Global Spacetime Exchange Center," as a spacetime special police officer codenamed AK005. The spacetime special police are a high-level police force specially formed by the United Nations in response to the invention of the Horner. They recruit outstanding space physics PhDs from around the world, totaling two groups of thirty-six people, each in charge of the two major spacetime systems: the future and the past.
Because the laws and regulations were not comprehensive and the approval was too lenient in the first few years after the invention of the Horner, several incidents of time-space distortion did occur. The most famous ones are the Akutagawa Incident and the Manhattan Incident, which are scattered in general academic works and documentary reports. Although they were later rectified, they cast a huge shadow in people's minds. In view of this, in order to prevent future incidents and stabilize public opinion, the United Nations adopted the "Convention on the Control of Time-Space Movement" and, on the negative side, established the immutability of the main axis of time-space through the "post-event remediation
mechanism ".
According to the "Time Travel Convention," all Horner's Instruments are
under the control of " The Convention further regulates restrictions on the production, technology transfer, and research and development secrecy of Horner's Instruments by various countries. As for the "post-incident remediation mechanism," it involves highly specialized space physics knowledge, which will not be elaborated upon here, but can be gleaned from official promotional documents:
"The post-incident remediation mechanism is to return to the origin of the time-space distortion to prevent the time travel from occurring."
However, if the time-space distortion prevents the Horner's Instrument from being invented as scheduled (i.e., Horner himself cannot be born), how can we remedy the situation? This is the "failed origin theory" often discussed in newspapers and magazines: If someone today travels to ancient times in a Horner's Instrument and kills the first couple—Adam and Eve—could human civilization still have developed? The answer is clearly no! This is the essence of establishing the spacetime axis, which we have ensured through extremely complex methods. However, flaws still exist, so the relevant research and methods have not yet been published and remain top-secret documents of the "Global Spacetime Exchange Center," which we call the X-file.
I spent considerable effort to get a job at the "Global Spacetime Exchange Center," including studying day and night, making every effort to utilize connections, and finally, with a bit of luck, I managed to get this important position. Many people don't understand why I gave up the generous salary of a private research institution to take on a thankless government job. Actually, I have reasons that are unknown to others. I was born into a single-parent family. Note!
It
was birth, not upbringing. From the moment I was born, I had no father.
Was my father dead? Or did he abandon my mother?
When I was four or five years old and could understand things, I asked my mother, "Why don't I have a father?"
"Dad went on a long trip and hasn't come back!" That's what my mother told me at the time.
"When will he come back?"
"He'll come back when he finds his way home!"
The first time, I thought Dad was lost, and I kept hoping he would find his way home so I could see him.
But four or five years passed, and Dad still hadn't returned. So I asked Mom, "Why hasn't Dad come home yet?"
Mom smiled bitterly and said, "Dad went to a place very, very far away. He has to walk a very, very long way. He won't be back so soon."
This time I was smarter. I asked curiously, "Why does he have to walk? He could just take a shuttle, and he'd be home in a flash!"
Mom thought for a long time, and finally she patted my head and told me, "Maybe the shuttle is broken! Maybe it's being repaired now, and he can't get home." I was a little doubtful, but my naive heart also felt that it was possible, so I was fooled by Mom again. It wasn't
until I was old enough that Mom couldn't fool me anymore that I finally asked her for the truth: I didn't have a dad. My so-called father never knew I existed. He got my mother pregnant and then left, like a pheasant skimming across a lake, rippling the surface before disappearing without a trace.
"I hate him!" My first reaction to an irresponsible man was hatred.
"How can you hate your own father? Maybe he encountered something unavoidable."
"But I'm thirteen years old now. For these thirteen years, he should have tried everything to find my mother." I said bitterly.
"Maybe he did look for her. If he knew he had a son like you, he definitely would have! But we've moved, so it's really not easy to find her." My mother sighed. "
Did I look for him?" I asked.
"I looked for him when I was pregnant with you, but I couldn't find him. Now that you're so grown up, if even he doesn't look for me anymore, what's the point of me looking for him?" My mother said quietly.
My mother could choose not to look for my father, because even if she met his gaze, a cold-hearted man would only feel resentment and regret. But I couldn't afford to forget my father, because the bond of blood was too strong to easily abandon. Even if there was hatred, I needed to know the object of that hatred and its root!
My mother gave me an antique silver pocket watch. The time inside had stopped, the hands resting quietly at 9:40. Inside the watch case, a photograph was set in transparent glass, old and yellowed, depicting a handsome young man.
"This is your father. If you ever meet him, use this pocket watch to recognize him."
From that day on, I often returned to my hometown, sitting on the steps by the roadside, staring at the faces of the men who passed before me, trying to recognize my father among them.
However, I never succeeded, and the hatred in my heart grew stronger with each passing day. Later, I learned about the Horner, a device that allowed me to travel back in time and understand that this was the only way to trace my origins. Therefore, entering the "Global Time-Space Exchange Center" became my ultimate goal.
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For general passengers, we recommend wearing invisibility cloaks and helmets to avoid unintentional spacetime distortions. However, this is not a strict requirement. If travelers have good self-control, they can choose not to wear invisibility cloaks, but any resulting spacetime distortions will be subject to fines and criminal penalties depending on their impact. Most travelers would rather wear invisibility cloaks than bear the significant legal consequences of unintentional actions.
Travelers must also wear a "spacetime status display bracelet," which has two functions. First, it alerts travelers to their current spacetime status through lights and vibrations: green indicates a good situation, yellow indicates spacetime turbulence, and red indicates a spacetime distortion has occurred. These alerts will be simultaneously sent to the spacetime police. Second, it can also be used to summon a flying Horner, revealing it from its concealed state for easier entry.
The Horner is mainly attached to the outer shell of the shuttle and is spherical in shape. Inside, there are three spherical rotating units commonly known as "Horner Spheres." When it rotates at a speed exceeding the speed of light, the entire flying Horner becomes invisible and can travel freely within the time corridor. Except at the landing pad of the "Global Time-Space Exchange Center," the Horner is generally kept active to avoid causing unnecessary trouble in different time-spaces. Therefore, we must use the auxiliary device on the time-space status display ring to summon the flying Horner and successfully shut it down for display.
My
birthday is December 14, 2069. Subtracting the approximately 300 days of pregnancy, my mother should have conceived me in mid-February. I asked my mother about this, and she honestly told me that she became pregnant on Valentine's Day when she had her first sexual encounter with my father.
"I'd known him for six months, mostly chatting online, and we'd traveled together a few times. We didn't have a bad impression of each other. On our first Valentine's Day together, he invited me to the 'Sky's Edge' restaurant. We drank quite a bit there, and I ended up losing my virginity to him in the restaurant's attached accommodations, and I got pregnant with you."
Mom said. "Sky's Edge" was the first cloud restaurant of its time, located ten thousand feet above the clouds,
a very high-end, multi-functional casual restaurant, the perfect choice for young couples to pledge their love and honeymoon.
"Surrounded by such a beautiful view overlooking the earth and gazing at the stars, and with a man I didn't dislike, I accepted him. How could I have known that after that night, I'd never hear from him again!" Mom's face was somewhat desolate.
How could this happen? Even if it's a case of starting something and then abandoning it, usually one only does so after they've had their fun. Besides, Dad didn't know Mom was pregnant, so he didn't need to worry about responsibility. What was he running away from?
A lingering resentment, tinged with mystery, remained in my heart. I had always planned to travel back to Valentine's Day in 2069 to find my father, to see him, to ask him, and to uncover the mystery of my origins.
Finally, during a dinner gathering of special police from both the old and new timelines, when no one else applied for time travel and everyone else had gone off to celebrate, I volunteered to stay and stand guard. I hastily entered the Flight Hornet.
"2069-02-14-18-00", "e00253869", "s25
222225", I entered the time and spatial coordinates, then pressed the start button. The Flight Hornet emitted a slight tremor, gradually increasing to a frantic shaking, blurring the scenery outside the cockpit window.
"Heartless father! I'm here! I want to see what kind of man you are? How could you bear to abandon your virtuous and beautiful mother!" I muttered to myself, lifting the pocket watch around my neck and looking at the photograph.
The man in the photograph has a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. He smiles slightly, revealing his teeth. He's been smiling for thirty years without getting tired, probably trying to use the smile to mask his guilt and redeem himself for the sin of starting something and then abandoning it.
"Luckily, I'm more like my mother. If I were like this man, I might even hate myself!"
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February 14, 2069, 6 PM, Formosat District, Bo-ah855125, a working-class residential building.
This is my old home, located on the edge of Formosat District, a typical working-class neighborhood. The house is an old reinforced concrete building, perched on the ground. The entrance faces a public shuttle station, where a large group of people are waiting to go home.
There aren't many shuttles in the air, and old cars still drive on the ground. In the grape-colored twilight, huge buildings in the sky are lit up, probably government offices and corporate headquarters.
Everything revealed an era of rapid technological and industrial transformation. Old tools were not yet obsolete, but new ones were already flourishing. The third industrial revolution was expected to occur around these next few years, with people moving from their accustomed two-dimensional living spaces into three-dimensional spaces. Flying aircraft and aerial structures were beginning to lead the way.
I wore invisibility cloaks and waited for the right moment to follow a middle-aged man into my old home.
"Dad! I'm going out!" a clear female voice called out.
I leaned against the door and looked closely. It was a beautiful young woman, about twenty years old, with shoulder-length hair, an oval face, and crescent-shaped eyebrows. She wore a black satin dress, and her fair legs were clad in three-inch high heels, making her look exceptionally energetic.
It was Mom! I could vaguely make out the girl's facial features. Apart from her much smoother skin and more youthful figure, her eyes, which shone brightly when she smiled, were Mom's unique characteristic. Most people unconsciously close their eyes when they smile.
(My mother was so beautiful when she was young; even I was captivated!) I thought to myself.
"Where are you going, my little beauty? Dad just got home and you're already running off?" the middle-aged man said with a chuckle.
I knew he was my grandfather. Looking closer, I saw a lean, refined-looking middle-aged man, gentle and elegant, completely different from the sickly, frail figure I remembered.
"Oh! It's Valentine's Day today. Why don't you hurry up and help Mom cook? She's young, she's going out on a date, she won't be eating at home." Mom picked up her purse, took out a box of chocolates tied with satin flowers, and handed it to my grandfather, indicating that he should give it to my grandmother who was busy in the kitchen.
"You old folks have your way of celebrating, and I, the young, have my way of having fun. I won't bother you!"
Mom walked to the mirror and fiddled with her hair. I happened to be standing next to her, and a strong scent of orchids and musk wafted over me.
(She's even wearing perfume. It seems Mom really cares about tonight's date!) I thought to myself.
"I wonder which lucky boy will get to go on a date with my beautiful daughter. Remember to bring him home next time so Dad can see him!" Grandpa admonished. Seeing Mom step out the door, he asked, "Do you need Dad to take you there?"
"No need! He has his own shuttle, a Resus 1200. It's my first time riding one!" Mom said with a smile.
Grandpa was astonished, muttering, "So rich! Don't be fooled by rich young men. They're all womanizers. Be careful!"
"I know! I'm already twenty-one, a grown-up!" I followed Mom closely, leaving our old home.
Within minutes, the grape-colored twilight had deepened, and the starlight and lights stretched across the night sky, appearing even more dazzling. It was impossible to distinguish between starlight and lights; only a flickering curtain of light filled the entire field of vision.
The crowd in front of the public shuttle station had also thinned considerably! I boarded my Flying Horner in a quiet street corner. As long as I didn't input the time coordinates, the Flying Horner was like a regular shuttle, able to move freely in space.
The Resus 1200 might be the most advanced flying machine of this era, but compared to my Flying Horner, it was pitifully outdated. I easily kept up with it, and because of its stealth capabilities, I didn't have to worry about being discovered at all.

The "Sky's Edge" revolving cloud restaurant, located 10,000 feet in the air, is a spherical building with a glass curtain wall. Utilizing a central "pseudo-gravity system," people will never have to worry about falling to the ground, no matter where they are on the sphere. The sphere is huge, about fourteen or fifteen hectares, and is divided into different areas such as amusement park, dining area, and hotel area, encompassing almost all forms of human leisure and entertainment.
This was the first time I saw my father. Before, I could only see his unchanging smile in faded photographs, but now, he was alive and well before my eyes.
My father was young and handsome, his clothes were impeccably tailored, and his every move exuded elegance and refinement. He was a gentle and cultured young man, perhaps even more charming than I am now.
My mother and father got off the shuttle and first had a candlelight dinner in the restaurant. Then they went to the themed amusement park together. I followed closely behind, wearing an invisibility cloak. It was my first time experiencing such an ancient amusement park, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
Entertainment essentially uses thrills, atmosphere, and aesthetics to captivate people. Regardless of the era, businesses rack their brains to create the same formula; the difference lies in how advanced the technology becomes, the more breathtaking the effects.
One attraction was called "Flowing Starlight." We sat in chairs, secured by safety bars, and the chairs spun around the entire spherical structure. Facing the glass curtain wall, we watched the warm starlight and the myriad lights of the city lights below flow before our eyes. The sky was a deep blue, the ground a satin black, and the twinkling starlight and lights traced brilliant long tails—it was incredibly beautiful!
The Flowing Starlight spun faster and faster, the centrifugal force throwing our hearts, lungs, and limbs outwards. A sense of impending danger terrified us, and screams and cries rose and fell. I saw my mother snuggle into my father's arms for the first time.
Then, my father openly took my mother's hand.
Between the various facilities, Mom and Dad moved intimately like any other couple. If love could blossom into tangible flowers, then they were surrounded by radiant blooms.
Finally, they entered the hotel's accommodation area, their hearts filled with these flowers.
The
entire "Sky's Edge" revolving cloud restaurant, true to its name, was constantly rotating. Unlike the dizzying "Flowing
Stars spin, but rather rotated slowly, completing one revolution every two hours—a fact I'd long ago learned from the sign on the helipad.
However, if you looked closely at the stars, you might not even notice their movement. But if you weren't paying attention, perhaps while eating a cookie or exchanging a few words, the Scorpio constellation would suddenly transform into Sagittarius, catching you completely off guard.
The attached accommodation area also featured a transparent, arched ceiling. When the lights were off, it offered a vibrant nighttime view. When Mom and Dad entered their room, the view was of countless lights stretching ten thousand feet away.
After entering the room, Mom's face was flushed, and she didn't say much. She probably knew what was coming next, both expectant and afraid of being hurt. She lowered her head and went straight into the bathroom to wash up. After Mom closed the bathroom door, Dad, who was usually so refined , revealed a strange smile. He poured a glass of hot water and took out a pink pill from his pocket, dropping it into the glass.
I saw all of this. My initial goodwill towards Dad vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of contempt. Why did he have to do that? Mom was already prepared to give herself to him; why use aphrodisiacs to manipulate her? That was pointless!
Mom washed for about ten minutes. When she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, Dad considerately handed her some warm water: "Here! You just had a hot shower; replenish the water you lost." Dad said gently to Mom, then went into the bathroom to wash up himself.
After her bath, my mother was as alluring as a lotus emerging from the water. A white towel covered only above her knees, revealing her exquisitely sculpted legs, while her tightly bound breasts created a deep cleavage, captivating my gaze.
In my two or three decades of life, this was the most blush-inducing woman's body I'd ever seen.
After drinking the water, my mother lay back on the round bed, her eyes anxiously fixed on the transparent ceiling. Perhaps it was her first time making love with a man; I could feel her rapid heartbeat. Within minutes, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her beautiful eyes moistened. She clutched her chest with one hand, muttering a few curses, as if blaming herself for being too eager and lacking any womanly restraint or self-respect.
(The drug worked so fast!) I thought to myself, amazed.
My mother took frequent deep breaths, but the surging desire showed no sign of abating. Her face turned as red as a ripe apple, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her arms and legs.
I slightly lifted the hem of the bath towel, revealing a strange expression of embarrassment and shyness on my mother's face. I took a few steps forward and saw that her pinkish-red labia were secreting clear fluid. She was gently wiping them with a tissue, probably not wanting my
father to know that she was already aroused. Seeing my young mother's private parts for the first time, I almost couldn't breathe. How did I even crawl out of such a small and beautiful place? If it were me now, I might prefer to stay inside, where there was my mother's body temperature, her heartbeat, and her nourishment—so much better than this deceitful world!
My mother gently wiped along her labia. Her labia were delicate and exquisite, situated on two narrow mounds. The dark hair on the mounds was neatly trimmed, carrying the warm moisture of her bath. The labia minora were a deep brown flesh color, darkening towards the ends, with thick, sticky fluid clinging to the fine folds. At the confluence of the narrow mounds, a thin, loose foreskin met in a V-shape, covering the barely visible clitoris.
The sensitive clitoris, round and lustrous, was now engorged and erect. My mother inadvertently touched it, letting out a soft moan, her skin pores opening wide.
For a moment, I seemed to forget this was my own mother. Looking at this beautiful woman in the prime of her life, her snow-white, straight thighs, her slender, shapely calves, her rounded, delicate ankles, and her overflowing, aroused vulva, my penis quickly hardened, a warm current coursing through my body, and wicked thoughts arose.
Hearing the water stop in the bathroom, my mother quickly pulled down the hem of her towel. She didn't know where to throw the tissue, stained with bodily fluids, in her hand. Throwing it in the trash seemed too embarrassing, and opening the bedside table might be too risky for my father to discover. Finally, in a moment of inspiration, she crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it under the pillowcase.
Dad stepped out of the bathroom wearing a cosmos-patterned bathrobe provided by the housing department. Seeing Mom's flushed face, his expression brightened involuntarily.
He turned off the light and lay down beside her, gently embracing her. As
the light dimmed, the starlight streaming in from the ceiling shone even brighter, casting a soft blue hue on the plain bedding, like a boundless, enchanting spring dream.
Dad wasn't in a hurry. He said, "My dear! Look! In that faraway place, there's your home, my home, and all the people we know. We're busy running around in that tiny place every day, never realizing our own insignificance. Sometimes we're happy, sometimes sad, sometimes resentful—it's all just our own emotional fluctuations."
Thousands of lights from distant homes wove together into a vast, boundless galaxy. Looking at the expansive land that nourished me, even though it was thirty years ago and I hadn't left my mark, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing.
"Now that we're lying in the sky looking down at the ground, we realize how insignificant everything is. Even if we're not gods, gods can't tell which light is out or which is on, let alone the joys and sorrows of people,"
Dad said slowly. How could he have such feelings at this moment?
"Maybe... maybe gods can?" Mom said, her head spinning. The man's body odor beside her made her absent-minded.
"God doesn't care about individual joys and sorrows! Human destiny is governed by a set of cause-and-effect laws. They set the rules and then observe the balance brought about by the implementation of those rules. All they want is the continuation of humankind, just like you and I lying here, only seeing the flickering lights and appreciating their beauty. Unless all the lights go out, we don't care about having a few more or fewer!" With a smile, Dad suddenly asked, "Honey! Have you ever noticed that some stars are missing? In fact, stars also die, and with the death of a star, perhaps tens of thousands of lives disappear at the same time."
"Yes...yes? How terrifying..." Mom answered with difficulty, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy.
I could see that Mom was already burning with desire, but Dad, surprisingly, calmly asked, "So, that's why!
Humans are insignificant, and even a person's life is as fleeting as a bubble in the long river of time. Since everything is so elusive, what do you think is the most important thing in life?" As he spoke, he stroked Mom's fragrant shoulder with his hairy hand, eliciting a soft moan from her nose. Before long, Mom's soft, delicate body was nestled in Dad's arms, her flushed cheeks rubbing against his chest.
What a profound question! Even a Nobel laureate in philosophy wouldn't give the same answer.
"Oh... I don't know! I haven't thought about that question," Mom said softly, her voice seductive and alluring, making my head spin and my ears burn.
Dad swallowed hard, probably also distracted, his mind already wandering to the young woman's body beneath the towel. He said somewhat hastily, "I think the most important thing in life is pleasure, preferably endless pleasure, pleasure throughout one's entire life, because pleasure can confirm our existence and enrich our lives, especially sex between men and women, which can allow us to reach the highest peak of human experience."
"The...the highest...peak of human experience?" Mom asked doubtfully, already actively touching Dad's body, looking desperately hungry, almost reaching into his pajama bottoms to grab his tempting penis.
"Baby! Have you ever had sex with a man before?" Dad pulled off Mom's towel, and in the light filtering in, he could vaguely see that her crotch was already a mess, covered in white discharge from the previous wiping.
Mom let out a soft moan, but didn't flinch. She rubbed Dad's penis through her pajama bottoms, wriggling and protesting, "You're so naughty! Asking me this now... I've never been this casual before... I don't know what's wrong with me today... I've been really, really wanting it... I'm still in my fertile period..." Her hands grew hotter with each touch, and her pink legs began to squirm restlessly.
(So Mom wasn't a virgin anymore!) Although Mom didn't say it aloud, the meaning was crystal clear.
"What are you thinking about? The most important thing in life?" Dad teased her.
"Um... I'm not in the mood for such serious things!" Mom pouted.
"Oh? I thought you were thinking about pleasure, but it turns out not! We men are a bit more lustful after all!
Maybe you women love pretty things. How about we go to the observation deck to see the night view? You can see a 360-degree view there, the sky and the ground, all around, it'll be incredibly beautiful!"
Dad made a move to get up, but Mom grabbed him.
Mom hurriedly said, "Yes! Yes! I was thinking about the most important thing in life!"
"What thing?" Dad pressed.
"It's...it's sex...sex!" Mom stammered, her face flushed red, utterly ashamed.
"Ugh! You're so lewd!" Dad teased her.
"Don't say it!"
"How domineering! You're allowed to think about it but I'm not allowed to say it?" "
I'm not allowed!"
"Then don't think about me!" Dad brushed Mom's hand away, speaking calmly.
"Fine, I don't want to think about it then!" Mom turned her head away angrily.
Dad chuckled for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled down his pajama pants, revealing a thick, dark, tangled penis that shot out, pointing straight at the ceiling: "Look! My little brother is so dark and fat, and his head is shiny and he's a bald donkey!"
Mom almost burst out laughing, but she held it in, secretly glancing at him and muttering disdainfully, "You bald rascal! You shameless bald rascal! You love showing off!"
"Hehe... my little darling! Come here and let your brother fuck you! Look, your thighs are all wet. When your brother's bald rascal goes in, it'll make you feel so good, so dizzy!" Dad said with a lewd grin, his previous pretense of elegance completely gone.
"Pah! Vulgar!" Mom scolded, her face flushed.
"Then I'll go see the night view!" Before I could even get up, Mom had already leaped into Dad's arms like a swallow flitting
through the woods, her little hands pounding his chest, feigning anger as she said, "You bad man! You bad man! You're so naughty... and lustful..." A pair of large tongs were seen perched askew on her pink buttocks, and Mom grabbed them, ready to shove them into her honey pot.
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"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..." As Dad's penis slowly entered Mom's vagina, my "time-space status display bracelet" began to vibrate, a faint yellow light flashing on my wrist. I slightly covered it to avoid being noticed by my parents.
(Huh! A time-space turbulence has occurred! What a coincidence, at this crucial moment!) I was annoyed, and flipped open the time-space locator attached to the bracelet. It displayed: "Turbulence occurred in 2069, coordinates: location, intensity: 107 mus."
No way! At this moment, all the time-space special police were gathered together, so no one should be time-traveling. Travelers who departed at different times have different frequencies and wouldn't sense anything in my bracelet. The only reasonable explanation is that the time-space turbulence was entirely caused by me, but I didn't do anything!
(Author's note: The bracelet's sensing frequency changes over time. The warnings from time travelers who departed last year, regardless of the era, will not reach my bracelet. Last year's time-space special police (including me) will handle it!)
"Baby! Your little slit is soaking wet... making my cock hot... wonderful... really wonderful... let me fuck you properly..." Dad spread Mom's snow-white buttocks and thrust in and out. I saw her two labia red and full, gripping my penis as it went in and out.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..." "Turbulence generated in 2069, coordinates: location, intensity: 365 mus" (What...what...what's wrong with this??) The turbulence gradually increased, and I broke out in a cold sweat, not knowing where I went wrong.
"Oh...ah...ah...good bald brother...you're fucking me...it feels so good...it's so big...so capable...it's hitting my G-spot..." Mom moaned repeatedly, and large amounts of her juices soaked Dad's crotch.
"Oh...ah...ouch...it's so full...so full...you...don't rub...don't rub...if you rub any more...I'll take it off..." Dad's large hand flipped over, his middle finger knuckle rubbing Mom's clitoris from side to side, making Mom beg for mercy repeatedly.
That engorged clitoris was like a small fleshy pillar, tightly pressed against the dripping penis, becoming more and more translucent with each rubbing, as red as a California cherry, and even dipped in glistening honey, making my eyes widen and my mouth water.
I almost stood between the two of them, just short of pushing Dad aside and going to war in his place.
"Bite...bite my nipples..." Mom cupped her ample breasts, squeezing out two cherry-red nipples, and put them into Dad's mouth.
"Tsk...smack...you're such a little slut...I'll eat...eat your nipples..."
Dad said vaguely, biting Mom's full breasts.
"Ah...ha...it hurts...you're so cruel...bite...once it's gone, it'll be gone..."
Mom cried, tears streaming down her face, torn between pleasure and pain.
"Ouch...ouch...your little hole is so tight my little brother can't take it..." Mom's vagina contracted in pain, causing Dad to scream.
"Bad man...you bite me...I'll bite you...I'll bite you with my sister...ah...I'll bite...ah ah...I'll bite...ouch ouch...brother...you...you're killing me...ah ah ah...so...so comfortable..." Mom clenched her buttocks, deliberately tightening her vagina, but unexpectedly, a surge of emotion made her unable to resist.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..." "Turbulence generated in 2069, coordinates: location, intensity: 1550 mus" (We're almost at the red light! What should I do!) I looked around, there was nothing unusual in the room, could it be that Mom and Dad shouldn't have had intercourse, and I shouldn't have been born because of it?
"Ah...ah ah...my sister's good cunt...so beautiful...so beautiful...I'm almost...almost..."
Dad's breathing was rapid, his penis thrusting faster and faster, the two bodies twisting together strangely.
A blinding yellow light flashed before my eyes, and the "Time-Space Status Display Bracelet" almost numbed my wrist. I looked down and saw
the turbulence level had reached 2495 mus. Five more mus and it would enter a red alert state, meaning a time-space distortion had occurred, and people and things would gradually disappear. I would then face complex interrogations and punishments from my superiors.
Suddenly, I felt a blinding light around me, and the world shook violently. Every cell in my body was vibrating. (Could I be the one about to be affected by the time-space distortion?) I was sweating profusely and began to consider whether I should separate from my parents, who were in a state of ecstasy.
"Swoosh!" A slight whooshing sound rang out in the air. A numbness shot through the back of my neck, and I instantly lost consciousness.
When
I woke up, I saw the face of my colleague, Ade. Ade was a time-space special police officer in my team. Among the thirty-six time-space special police officers, he was the one I was closest to because we were alumni of the same university's doctoral program.
I was surprised to see him here. Rubbing my dizzy head, I asked, "Ade! What are you doing here?"
"I should be asking you that! Why did you get here?" He stared at me, his eyes wide.
"This...this..." Knowing I was in the wrong, I stammered.
"Don't you know the seriousness of using the Horner for time travel without authorization? If caught by your superiors, you'll be dismissed, and if it causes a disaster, you'll face even harsher punishment!" Ade said sternly.
"This...this, I haven't forgotten!" I stammered.
"Then you still dared to do such a thing? You almost caused a time warp! I came here because of the warning on my bracelet." He paused, then frowned and asked, "You wouldn't be thinking of using the Horner to make money off time travel, would you?"
"No...no...do you think I'm that kind of person?" I quickly retorted.
"Or do you want to tamper with your ancestors' lives and change their fate?" Ade asked again.
"No, no... He's gone, how could I dare to mess with this kind of family chain? I might disappear if I'm not careful!" Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Although I only wanted to see my father, whom I had never met, Ade's guess wasn't far off.
"So what exactly is the reason that made you return to 2069, causing not only a yellow alert but almost a red alert? You know, I'm the SWAT officer on duty right now. If this gets out, it will implicate me. If you don't tell the truth, I think I'll take you back to the station to await your superiors' judgment." Ade said hesitantly.
I hesitated for a long time, thinking that Ade was my good friend and should understand my predicament, so I told him the reason and process of my return to this era.
"You said you've been wearing an invisibility cloak the whole time?" Ade asked curiously after hearing this.
"Yes!" I replied.
"And you didn't talk to your parents?" Ade asked again.
"Hmm!" I nodded.
"That's strange! Logically, there shouldn't be any spacetime turbulence!" Ade said, puzzled.
"I'm also baffled. I thought it was just a coincidence that another applicant had time-traveled and arrived at the same point in time. But considering that your dinner party shouldn't be over yet, and the probability of applicants entering the same spacetime is extremely low, this... this really baffles me." I frowned as well.
The two looked at each other, unable to figure out the mystery for a long time. Suddenly, Ade asked, "I checked the time-space locator. The location is definitely in the room. You really didn't touch your parents with a single finger?"
I thought for a moment and smiled bitterly, "Does seeing with my eyes count?"
Ade slapped me and laughed, "Nonsense! Of course not! Unless you can rape your mother with your eyes?"
After a slight pause, he asked again, "Do you remember when the yellow alert started?"
"..." I lowered my head and thought for a while before looking up and saying, "It was when my parents started...
started having sex..." Talking about my parents' intimate behavior made my face burn, but I remembered that Ade must have seen my naked parents in the room a long time ago, so I didn't think I needed to care too much. So I continued, "It seems like it was just... just the moment Dad penetrated me!"
Ade suppressed a laugh and asked, "And then?"
"Then the alert level kept rising..." I stated the truth.
"Keep rising? Your uncle and aunt's sex keeps raising the alert level? That's strange! They're doing what people of their generation should be doing, and there's no improper external interference, so why is this happening?" Ade frowned and wondered. After a long while, he asked again, "Do you remember when it approached the red alert level?" "
Just when they were getting more and more excited!" I replied.
"When they were about to ejaculate?" Ade asked.
I thought for a moment and nodded, "Probably! Dad said he's about to pass out! He's probably about to ejaculate!"
"I know!" Ade's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said confidently, "Look at the alert level on your bracelet now!" I looked down and saw 80 mus, a yellow alert range. There was still some turbulence, but it was much better than 2495 mus. I asked blankly, "You mean..." "
I used a tranquilizer gun to anesthetize Uncle and Aunt as well. Uncle probably hadn't ejaculated yet, but the alert level dropped significantly. Can't you connect that to anything?" Ade looked at me smugly.
"You mean..." I stammered, unsure of the idea that hadn't yet formed in my mind.
"It means Uncle can't ejaculate. If he does, Aunt might get pregnant, which is an unwanted outcome. In other words, that man isn't your father!" Ade said emphatically.
"But...but look at this pocket watch...the photo inside is of that man. My mother says he's my father..." I opened the watch and handed it to Ade.
Ade examined it briefly, then smiled and said, "History is multifaceted. What each person sees isn't necessarily the truth. There are too many blind spots in this world that we can't see through. Some things you consider facts are actually fabricated by others." "
For example, right now your aunt is unconscious, and some man went in and raped her, giving birth to you. Maybe that man is your biological father..." Ade said.
"No way!" I exclaimed anxiously, "Then let's go back to the room and check..."
Suddenly, I saw Ade trying to suppress a laugh, and I asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Ade pointed ahead, smiling, and said, "Isn't the room right ahead? We've been keeping watch!"
I quickly turned to look at the glass screen. Ha! Sure enough, the "Sky's Edge" revolving restaurant was right in front of us. Our flying horn was hovering on the arched ceiling. Dad and Mom were still fast asleep, not even properly dressed.
"Hehe... Auntie's figure is really good..." Ade said, drooling.
"Tch!" I slapped him and asked, "Is anyone going in?"
"Do you hope so?" Ade retorted.
"It'd better not!" I said hastily. After all, nobody wants to be the product of rape!
The faint starlight made Mom's body even more breathtakingly beautiful. For a moment, Ade and I were both mesmerized. However, the vibration on my wrist jolted me awake. I checked my wrist: 550 mus! I was shocked and anxiously asked, "Why...why is the alert level rising again?"
The alert level climbed steadily from 550 to 650 to 750 to 850. Ade said urgently, "The anesthetic must be wearing off. We have to get Uncle away immediately, otherwise they'll do it again."
"It's too late! We have to go back to the moment we just anesthetized them!" The man and woman in the room had already woken up, and the two of them were intertwined again like dry tinder.
My
parents were already asleep! Through the special eyepiece, I saw the invisible Ade carrying me out of the room and rushing towards the Horner.
That was me and Ade from a long time ago. Ade knocked me unconscious and took me to the Horner to ask me everything.
The time on the wall was 9:15. Because the hour and minute hands formed a straight line, I paid special attention to it.
This was my second time entering the guest room, and so was Ade's. We stood before the bed, staring at the disheveled man and woman. The man's face was still damp with sweat, his penis slipping out of the woman's vagina, the veins still throbbing.
The woman lay languidly on her side, her bright red labia tightly closed, glistening with mucus.
The woman was my mother, her body glowing like a rose after her recent sexual encounter.
I grabbed the blankets to cover my mother, not wanting Ade to take advantage of her. Ade, quite perceptive, pulled the man towards the corridor.
I followed them to the door, and Ade gestured for me to deactivate the invisibility function of my clothes. He then used a tranquilizer gun to wake the man.
Awakening from his daze, the man was somewhat bewildered. He rubbed his eyes, asking blankly, "Who...
who are you? How...how did I get here? Where's Ayi?" Ayi was my mother's nickname.
"We're security guards from the restaurant's security department. Don't you know what you've done?" Ade said harshly.
"What wrong have I done? How dare you, a mere security guard, question me? Don't you know I have connections?" the man said contemptuously.
"What connections?" I interjected, eager to know how he managed to get involved with my mother.
"Hmph! I'm Luo Xing, and my father is Luo Wei, a member of the Special Administrative Region Council. How about that? Scared out of your wits
, aren't you!" He pretended to pat his clothes, but realizing he was naked, he didn't actually pat them down, but instead, a malicious glint appeared in his eyes.
"Congressman Luo Wei? I've never heard of him." I was disgusted by his snobbish face. I kicked him in the back of the knee and said hatefully, "So this is the son of a congressman who drugged and raped a girl. I guess your congressman father isn't all that great."
The man knelt down in pain, gritting his teeth, "Don't make false accusations. The woman inside is my girlfriend. It was consensual. It's not what you're saying at all." He paused, stared at us, and said, "You dare kick me? I'll shut down 'Tian Zhi Ya' restaurant tomorrow. You'll be starving!" He was
really stubborn. I said calmly, "Is that so? We detected the presence of banned substances on you as soon as you entered the restaurant. The empty cup is still in the room. We only need to do a simple test, and we'll soon know what drug you used."
The man's face turned red and white, and he stammered for a long time, unable to speak. I knew that congressmen were most afraid of this kind of nonsense. Their reputation was their only weapon to get votes, and even maintaining a false facade was good!
"Tell me! Why did you drug her? She came here with you, maybe she'd been planning to sleep with you for a long time?"
I asked.
"..." The man stammered for a long time, and seeing that we had no intention of making things peaceful, he finally said, "I'm afraid she's too quiet... not sexy enough... I prefer a slutty woman..."
"Damn it! How sexy do you want her to be the first time? If you want to be sexy, why don't you go find a prostitute..." Ade raised his foot to kick him again, and the man awkwardly dodged backward, hurriedly saying, "Prostitute... prostitutes are too dirty..."
I was furious, grabbed his hair and pulled him up, glaring at him and saying, "So you don't love her at all, you only see her as a clean prostitute, haha, luckily our security department's equipment is advanced enough, your every move has been recorded, I will send the teacup you used for testing, the results will be sealed in our department, you better disappear from that woman's sight from now on, if you dare to bother her again, I will hand the information over to the police."
"Strange! What do you care whether I love her or not..." he muttered.
"Shut up! Get out of here right now..." I really kicked him in the butt, scaring him so much that he didn't even grab his clothes and disappeared naked at the end of the corridor.
The
alert level dropped back to 80 mus. Ade felt things were fine now and went back to the station to cover things up. I felt it was a shame I hadn't seen my father, so I begged and pleaded with Ade to let me stay a few more hours.
"I've already broken the rules, so just let me have my way!" I pleaded with him.
Ade was in a difficult position, but I finally promised him that if the higher-ups found out and investigated, I would take full responsibility and bear all the consequences. Only then did he reluctantly agree.
"But you can't trigger a red alert. Red alert records reach the chief's office, which I can't hide, and I'll be implicated," Ade said solemnly. Seeing my serious expression, he finally felt relieved and smiled, saying, "Sigh! I understand your feelings. As a child, who doesn't want to see their parents?"
He paused slightly, then added, "But no matter what happens, you can't stop what's meant to happen. Even if you discover how despicable your father is, that's your fate."
"I know! I'll keep to myself!"
"Ha! Auntie will definitely have some romantic encounters! Actually, I really don't want to leave." Ade boarded the flying horn and quickly disappeared into the night sky.
I sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, concealed. Through the goggles, I could see a flying horn hovering outside the arched ceiling. Inside, I had probably just woken up and was explaining to Ade the reasons for sneaking into this era.
My mother was drowsy and half-asleep, the effects of the anesthetic still in effect. Her dark hair was slightly disheveled, her breathing slow and steady, and her exposed breasts were bright and dazzling.
Her legs, exposed outside the covers, were thin and bony, long and slender, like two straight jade shoots, radiating a brilliant glow in the soft sunlight.
(Mom! So I'm the one who chased Dad away, but that person wasn't my father. You've been misunderstanding all this time!) I stood up and gently pecked my mother's cheek.
Her delicate skin exuded a faint, feminine fragrance. The kiss was warm and smooth in my mouth. I moved closer, and a sweet, youthful scent washed over my cheek—my mother's slow breath, which made my mind go blank.
"Mmm...oh..." My mother breathed softly, probably because the anesthetic was about to wear off.
"Chirp chirp chirp..." The vibration of the "Time-Space Status Display Bracelet" brought me back to my senses. I was puzzled and glanced at the Flying Horner hovering outside the ceiling. A thought flashed through my mind, and I cried out in alarm: "Half an hour ago, Ade and I came back after seeing the two people waking up in the room. Now I'm invisible, and there's only Mom in the room. So the two people outside the window won't see Mom and Dad entangled in bed!"
"If they don't see the man and woman entangled in bed, they won't come back to drive away 'Dad.' If they don't drive away Dad, I won't be here. If we had taken a different approach back then, the cause and effect of time and space would not be connected, and everything would be a mess..." My emotions, which I had finally managed to calm down, immediately became anxious again, and sweat poured down my forehead once more.
"What...what...what should we do?" I flipped open the time-space locator on my bracelet, only to see the alert level rising rapidly, approaching 450 ms. Seeing the figure flickering in the flying Horner outside the ceiling, it was a critical moment. In a moment of panic, I quickly stripped off my clothes, jumped onto the bed, and hugged my mother.
Since
humans gained the ability to travel through time, many things have become more complex. What were once insignificant matters in daily life might now affect the rise and fall of all humanity. Even as a PhD in space physics, I couldn't foresee their importance.
The Akutagawa Incident is a prime example. A time traveler accidentally moved a vase, which inadvertently killed a child. That child was none other than the Japanese inventor of the "pseudo-gravity system" in 2056. The impact was devastating; almost all aerial structures vanished without a trace—a truly terrifying disaster! Although it was later remedied using a "post-incident remedial mechanism" and has long been forgotten by the public, it remains a nightmare for me, a time-traveling special police officer involved.
Therefore, I treat everything from the past with extreme caution and fear. Living and inanimate things are immutable elements in the historical trajectory; they must exist in the most correct way and in the correct place.
I don't know what will cause disaster or what will change history; I can only judge the importance of events based on the values on my "time-traveling status display bracelet" and decide my actions accordingly.
At this moment, the only explanation I can give for the time-traveling turbulence is the difference between myself outside the window and myself inside. There are no other time travelers, so the problem must lie with me. If I cannot make my actions self-consistent and coherent, I will cause serious time-traveling distortion, requiring more complex and painstaking post-incident remedial measures, and I cannot keep it from my superiors.
As I embraced her burning body, I realized my judgment was correct. The vibration on my wrist began to slow down; although it hadn't stopped, the reading hovered around 550 Mbps. I figured that Ade and the others outside the window had already seen me naked. Turning my head, I saw that the Horner outside the window had indeed disappeared.
Removing the eyepiece, I accidentally knocked something over, making a clattering sound as it hit the ground. Looking under the bed, I saw my silver pocket watch.
The violent impact opened the watch case; the time inside was still stopped at 9:40. Afraid of forgetting to bring it with me, I picked it up and stuffed it into my pocket.
"Ugh... Ah Xing... you're so bad... you made me faint..." My mother woke up in my arms, her warm, fragrant body writhing. She bit my ear, unaware that her lover had already been replaced.
I pressed my face tightly against hers, preventing her from seeing my face clearly. I felt two warm mounds of flesh trembling against my chest, her erect nipples making my heart flutter.
"Good brother...I...I...I'm burning up...I...I want more..." A pair of smooth, jade-like hands grasped my most sensitive spot, a hot, sticky sensation spreading from my groin. It turned out my mother was pressing my penis against her vulva.
"You...you're still so naughty...even worse than before...this time I definitely won't let this bald scoundrel get away with it so easily..." My mother rubbed back and forth against my throbbing penis, her slippery flesh scratching my shaft and rubbing my glans. Looking at her snow-white back, I realized this was my mother, and a strange feeling welled up inside me.
This beautiful woman with such alluring flesh was my mother. Perhaps the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac made her wanton, but even without it, I still felt a deep longing for her.
Whether my physical intimacy with my mother before I was born constitutes incest is unknown. I only know that the woman in my arms is fragrant, warm, and alluring. I'm dizzy, my penis is throbbing, and I just want to find a paradise to cleanse my burning desire.
"Ugh... ah... ah... ah... good husband... good brother... it's getting bigger... hotter... you... you hurry up and come in..." My mother's friction made my crotch wet. Her hair fluttered in the pale blue sky, and her moans grew increasingly wanton.
"Ugh... no... no..." A sliver of clarity remained in my mind. I knew that if I really penetrated my mother's vagina, there might be no turning back. After all, lust easily overwhelms reason, and a rocket ready to launch is hard to resist.
Perhaps, the destruction of humanity lies in my single thought.
Fortunately, the vibration on my wrist didn't seem to be accelerating. Judging by the time, Ade and I should have driven away that annoying guy named "Luo Xing." As long as I didn't do anything I shouldn't have, the temporal turbulence would surely subside.
"Oh...you're teasing me...I'm so itchy...you...you're still standing there...
" Mom whimpered, feeling my penis being grasped, instantly engulfed in a warm, cozy atmosphere. My heart pounded with fear, sensing impending doom, wondering what terrible thing was about to happen.
The tingling sensation in my penis was relieved, waves of pleasurable sensations surged up my spine. Mom's snow-white, plump buttocks parted slightly, her surging, wet vulva pounding against me, filling the room with obscene sounds.
(Strange? Why isn't the bracelet vibrating faster?) The expected danger didn't occur. I was a little abrupt, glancing at my wrist behind Mom's back: 300 mus! It had decreased instead of increased. Was this a result of Ade and I successfully dealing with "Luo Xing"? Or an unexpected bonus from my intercourse with Mom?
I was confused, but the pleasure in my groin was overwhelming. Mom's vagina was warm and slippery, the tender flesh like gentle tentacles, bringing my soul to the brink of collapse.
"Mmm... Ah... Ahh... So hard... So big... So comfortable... You nasty bald rascal... You're making me feel so good... Oh... Ahh... Good... Good Ah Xing... Shoot into the deepest part of my body... I'll give birth to a little Ah Xing for you..." I felt my penis swell up, all the blood rushing to my groin. I wrapped my arms around my mother's waist, trying to pull out my penis.
"Mmm... Oh... No... Don't leave me... Ah... Ahh... I'm going to... I'm going to come... I... I can't take it anymore..." My warm vagina tightened, and my mother gripped my buttocks tightly, not letting me move away even a little.
"No... No... I can't... Ah... Ah... It's... It's over..." A hot spring poured over my glans. I couldn't push my mother away, but in the boundless pleasure, I ejaculated all my semen. I felt a blur before my eyes, a sharp pleasure spreading through my lower abdomen. I sank into my mother's arms, panting heavily.
(Even if all of humanity is destroyed because of this, being able to sink into my mother's arms is worth it!)
In the instant before I collapsed, I thought to myself, but on the other hand, I also vaguely felt that things weren't that serious. If they were, someone would have stopped me long ago—that's the real function of the "post-disaster recovery mechanism"!
I stopped thinking about it and just let myself linger in the sweet afterglow. When I came to my senses, the time-space status display bracelet was no longer vibrating. I turned on the time-space locator, and the value displayed on it was 0 ms!
Unbelievable!
After much thought, I finally figured it out: my sexual intercourse with my mother didn't cause any time distortion, not even any turbulence, which meant it was a historical inevitability, even ejaculation was inevitable! And my mother, during her fertile window, received my sperm, perhaps thus becoming pregnant and giving birth to me!
The truth is that I must go back in time after I'm an adult to have my mother conceive and give birth to me. I stared at the yellowed photo on the pocket watch and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Luo Xing isn't my father; my real father is me. Is this... even
possible?
(Regardless of possibility, the current timeline is perfectly stable. I should arrange transportation for my mother to return home and leave this era as soon as possible to avoid trouble for Ade.) I put the pocket watch in my pocket and suddenly realized I already had one. I figured one of them must have been left behind by Luo Xing. After a moment's thought, I decided to place one on the bedside table so my mother could leave it for her child.
While my mother was asleep, I instructed the housing staff to take her home early the next morning and then piloted the Flying Horner back to the present. In
the
end, I was still fired, but that didn't matter to me, because I had already achieved my sole purpose for working at the "Global Time-Space Exchange Center."
Knowing the truth made me feel much lighter, including the sudden clarity about my origins and the relief of my long-standing resentment towards my father.
The boulder weighing on my heart suddenly vanished without a trace.
One day, I decided to take the photo out of the pocket watch, because that hypocritical man wasn't my father. Let my mother misunderstand; I never wanted to see that disgusting smile again.
I opened the watch case and couldn't help but laugh. The photo inside wasn't old at all; it was brand new! I must have made a mistake in my haste, bringing back the photo from Luo Xing's body while leaving the one from my own body behind.
Ha! So this is how time travel works! I made my mother pregnant and gave birth to me, just so that one day I could go back in time and let her conceive, just like the lost pocket watch that I had always carried with me, but I couldn't help but leave it in the past, having my mother give it to me as a reminder of my unfaithful father.
Even if the pocket watch was left behind by mistake, as long as it exists and forms its own cycle, it's still perfectly natural.
Without the pocket watch, there would be no journey to find my roots, and I wouldn't have been born. So my journey through time is inevitable! Time is such a wondrous thing!
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.
"Son! Why aren't you wearing the watch around your neck?" Mom asked, noticing something missing from my bare neck under my shirt.
"I plan to keep it as a keepsake and never wear it again!" I replied, holding up the pocket watch.
"Didn't you always wear it, saying it was to constantly remind yourself of your heartless father? What?
Don't you hate him anymore?" Mom asked curiously.
I smiled and looked at my mother's serene face. For a moment, I felt she was a truly beautiful and charming mature woman; I could no longer sense any of her former domineering nature. I casually said, "No! I suddenly understand. Just like Mom said, Dad has always lived beside us, never truly left us. The three of us—Dad, Mom, and I—have always lived happily together."
I was right, because Mom smiled!
"Maybe Dad felt guilty and became a monk, and he might be a bald monk now!" I suddenly blurted out, and Mom's face instantly turned as red as the evening glow.
(The End)

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