[Wuxia] The King of Romance (Complete) - 21

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[Sequel to "Mother's Love"—Out of Control Mother's Love] (Chapter 4, The End)

Time flew by like flowing water. High school life was usually quite monotonous, but with my mother's mature and voluptuous body supporting my burgeoning desires, it didn't feel too unbearable.

Before I knew it, the weather had gradually become hot, summer was coming, and I was about to finish my second year of high school. That year, my older brother took the college entrance exam and was waiting for the results at home. Our school didn't let out for summer break until late July, and the new semester would start again in less than a month. Although some people sighed, the students had already prepared themselves mentally under the constant reminders of their teachers and parents: the year before the college entrance exam, give it your all!

I listened absentmindedly to the homeroom teacher's long speech, and when he announced the dismissal, the whole class scattered like birds. I returned home from school excitedly. Although my father and brother were both home, it didn't dampen my spirits at all. My father had stopped driving long-distance buses and was now working in an office, not at our county's main station, but in a more economically developed town. He was back to wait for my brother's college admission results. If all went as planned, he'd receive his acceptance letter in the next couple of days and then return to his unit. After that, I just needed to avoid him. I'd just have to be patient for a while.

Sure enough, the early admission results were released a couple of days later, and my brother received his acceptance letter from the provincial sports academy. It was a happy result for everyone. My parents were beaming, but my brother seemed a little distracted and didn't go out with his friends as often as he usually did during holidays.

But whatever my brother thought, getting into university was something to be happy about, and he became the first university student in our family—my uncle's child was born later, two years younger than me. So my father was very happy and spent the next couple of days organizing a celebration for my brother with relatives and friends.

After booking the hotel, my father, beaming with health that evening, accepted every toast from friends and relatives, drinking himself into a stupor. My brother was also given a considerable amount of alcohol, his face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

My mother had also had a little, her fair face slightly flushed. My mother and I helped my father into a taxi, while my brother staggered in on his own.

When we arrived home, both my father and brother were asleep, my father occasionally smacking his lips and mumbling incoherently, "One more drink." My mother and I struggled to get the two heavy-bodied men to bed.

After tucking my brother in with a blanket, I tiptoed out of the room, just as my mother came out of her bedroom. Seeing me, my mother breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at me. "Xiao Jie, are you tired? Get some rest early tonight..."

Before she could finish, I rushed forward, wrapped my arms around her soft waist, and kissed her on the lips, silencing her.

My mother was startled and pushed me away forcefully, saying in a low voice, "Are you crazy?! Your father and brother are both home!"

My mother's face was flushed pink from the exertion and the alcohol, making her look more beautiful than usual. Her full, large breasts rose and fell with her slightly rapid breathing beneath her milky white silk shirt, creating rounded, high curves. Her form-fitting pencil skirt accentuated her round, plump buttocks, and her shapely calves, encased in sheer light gray stockings, peeked out from under the hem. A pair of pointed black high heels further emphasized the curves of her body, making my heart burn with desire. My pent-up desire, dormant for days, stirred restlessly in my pants.

I shamelessly leaned closer, pressing my face against her soft, fragrant body. One hand encircled her waist, while the other, through her clothes, caressed her soft, full buttocks. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, Dad and brother are asleep. They drank so much, they probably won't wake up even if it's thunder. Besides, it's been almost a week since we've done it. You can hold back, but I'm going crazy." With that, I took her earlobe into my mouth and gently licked it.

My mother, already a little feverish from drinking, was touched and kissed by me, and after my pleading, she hesitated only slightly before I pulled and pushed her onto my bed.

Summer clothes are light, and in no time I could remove her upper garments. Her slightly loose but still large and white breasts, freed from the support and restraint of a bra, swayed alluringly. I pounced on her, burying my head between her full breasts, and began to suckle vigorously on a dark nipple, my wet tongue swirling around it, smearing saliva on her plump white breast.

While she nursed, I reached out and grasped her other breast; with a slight squeeze, the soft, white flesh spilled out between my fingers, rippling with a seductive, alluring wave.

My mother's mature and beautiful body, after being relentlessly explored by me for over two years, had become increasingly sensitive. This was evident in the rapidly hardening nipples on my tongue, and her suppressed, soft moans further confirmed that I had successfully aroused her desire. My

tongue continued to tease her erect nipples, and I rolled her skirt up to her waist, further liberating her plump buttocks, which were encased in sheer light gray stockings and pink lace panties.

Driven by lust, I had no patience to remove her clothes piece by piece. Amidst her gasps, I roughly tore open the crotch of her stockings, then hastily pulled aside her already damp panties, and pulled down my own pants. Freed from the constraints of my underwear, my engorged penis twitched twice before standing erect in the cool summer night air.

My large, mushroom-shaped glans rubbed against my mother's slightly parted, moist labia a couple of times, picking up some glistening, sticky nectar, before plunging in with unstoppable force. My thick, long penis spread her thick labia and penetrated to the very bottom of her honeyed orifice. The intense thrusting made my mother let out a soft, almost painful moan, but then, with each powerful thrust, a deliberately suppressed sweet groan escaped her throat.

Perhaps because I thought of my father and brother, who lived just a wall away, I was exceptionally excited this time making love with my mother. My mother, probably due to the alcohol, was unexpectedly proactive in her movements, twisting her hips and swaying her body. Especially each time my penis was withdrawn from her honeyed orifice, I could clearly feel the vaginal walls gripping and swirling around it, as if unwilling to let it go.

Since my mother was so fully engaged, I naturally wanted to satisfy her as well. I thrust my hips forward, aiming for a deep penetration each time, making her hips twist and her breasts sway, allowing me to release the pent-up desire of the past few days. Under my powerful thrusts, my mother moaned incessantly, her warm, slippery vagina wrapped around my thick, dark penis. The slippery, layered sensation inside was incredibly pleasurable, the glans rubbing back and forth against the wet, slippery folds of her vaginal walls—it felt wonderful.

After nearly a hundred powerful thrusts in one go, I slowed down the frequency of my penis entering and exiting my mother's vagina, admiring the seductive movements of my mature and alluring mother beneath me, moaning with each thrust. At the same time, I lifted her beautiful legs, encased in thin stockings, onto my shoulders, and while thrusting like a pile driver, I turned my head to gently lick and nibble on her rounded calves and knees, leaving wet marks on the soft, ultra-thin gray stockings. As I thrust forcefully, my mother's black stiletto heels trembled as I lifted her into the air. Her vulnerable and helpless appearance only fueled my arousal.

Lowering her two plump, long, silk-stockinged legs, I lightly patted her buttocks. My mother, already familiar with my habits, obediently rolled over and knelt on the bed. Her ripe, fleshy buttocks, encased in thin grey stockings, appeared exceptionally full in this position.

Naturally, after her son assumed this lewd and seductive pose, my mother obediently and proactively cupped her white buttocks and spread them apart. From the crotch of her pantyhose, which I had previously torn, her already muddy vulva and her tender anus, slowly pulsating with each breath, were fully exposed before me.

I chuckled silently. To see my normally reserved and chaste mother now so obediently submitting and fawning—I think for any man with a mother complex—especially since I was probably still a middle school student, it would be an immense, indescribable satisfaction.

Kneeling behind my mother's high, plump buttocks, I pressed my grotesque, purple glans, smeared with both my mother's and my own secretions, against her soft, tight anus. With a slight push, my mother instinctively relaxed her anal muscles, and my dark, thick penis, seemingly larger than her small anus, easily disappeared into her two snow-white, full buttocks until it was fully inside.

I took a deep, satisfying breath. After my penis was fully inserted into my mother's rectum, I paused for a moment. Even if I was very experienced, I needed to let my mother adjust to the feeling of her intestines swelling. Of course, I wasn't idle either. I leaned over my mother's smooth, bare back and stroked and played with her full breasts and plump buttocks and beautiful legs under the smooth, thin silk stockings. Especially as a stocking and leg fetishist, my mother's plump, fleshy legs paired with the smooth, soft, ultra-thin silk stockings were something I could never get tired of playing with.

After my hands roamed over my mother's body for a while, her breathing became erratic again. She turned her head and said to me, "Good son, hurry up... hurry up and finish, or it will be terrible if your dad and brother find out." That's what she said, but judging from the way she couldn't help but gently twist her waist and her eyes, which were full of lust and almost dripping with desire, it was more because she herself couldn't resist the itch inside her body. It seemed that after so much of my tireless exploration of her anus, anal sex was more stimulating for my mother than regular intercourse.

Since my beloved mature mother had taken the initiative, and my penis, inserted in her anus, was throbbing and desperately needed release, I naturally turned my attention back to her. Grabbing her soft, plump buttocks, I began a frenzied assault, thrusting wildly into her warm, tight anus. My lower body collided with her high, plump buttocks, producing a series of "slap slap" sounds. The way her anus tightened and relaxed in sync with my movements gave me even greater pleasure, further fueling my arousal. Each time her snow-white, round, plump buttocks collided with my lower abdomen, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. This moan excited me even more; my thrusting became faster and stronger, each stroke feeling as if I wanted to squeeze my testicles into her anus, relentlessly releasing my energy and desire within her soft, supple anus.

The sounds of flesh colliding and the lewd "slap slap" of my penis thrusting in and out of my mother's anus were incessant. After nearly ten minutes of this intense rhythm, I was finally about to climax. The tender flesh of my mother's rectal wall rubbed violently against my hard glans, sending waves of tingling pleasure through my body. The moans of my mature, beautiful mother kneeling before me further aroused me. My penis twitched, and I gripped my mother's plump buttocks tightly, thrusting my penis deep into her anus, ejaculating a stream of hot semen into her rectum. I held my mother's plump, silky buttocks tightly until my penis completely stopped throbbing inside her anus, then contentedly withdrew my somewhat limp but still thick and menacing penis. As my penis was withdrawn, a stream of white semen slowly flowed from my mother's still slightly closed, tender anus. She let out a long, soft gasp, her voice filled with endless allure and satisfaction.

Lying beside her, I reached out and embraced her neck, kissing her full, red lips deeply, teasing her warm, nimble tongue with lingering pleasure. One leg instinctively straddled her, enjoying the pleasure of my skin rubbing against her plump, fleshy legs in stockings. My damp, limp penis rubbed against her buttocks, leaving patches of stain on the sheer gray stockings that clung tightly to her full hips. After

a moment of this comfortable rest, we suddenly heard the door creak open. Startled, my mother and I sat bolt upright. Looking towards the source of the sound, we saw that the door hadn't been closed properly and was now swaying in the breeze.

My mother got up from my bed, took off the gray stockings I'd torn at the crotch, and muttered a scolding as she straightened her clothes. She said I'd been too reckless, not even closing the door properly, and it would have been terrible if my father and brother had gotten up to use the bathroom. Of course, I acted like a good son, sincerely accepting my mother's criticism, while fantasizing about what clothes and stockings she should wear next time we made love…

My mother quickly tidied herself up and went to take a shower. I muttered, "I remember closing the door," and then forgot about it, quickly falling asleep after relaxing. **********

... Walking into the living room with wet hair, I saw my father sitting listlessly on the sofa watching TV, rubbing his temples, looking like he had a hangover. I asked him what was wrong; my father was still asleep, and my brother hadn't gotten up yet. It wasn't until lunchtime that my brother was finally woken up by my mother, but judging from his absent-minded and uninterested eating, he was probably still quite drunk. After only a few bites, he pushed away his chopsticks, said he wasn't eating anymore, and went back to his room. My mother was a little worried and went to check on him, but he was just listless, saying it was because it was the first time he'd drunk so much and he'd be fine after a rest. Back at the table, my mother couldn't help but complain to my father, but he had recovered by now, smiling and not angry at all, nodding repeatedly and promising not to let my brother drink so much again, making it impossible for my mother to be angry. After lunch, my father rested briefly before going back to work, while my mother had arranged to go shopping with some colleagues. With them gone, the house suddenly felt quiet and empty. Looking at the bright sun outside, I retreated to my room to enjoy the air conditioning and play World of Warcraft—my parents' income is pretty good now, and we've bought quite a few new things for our house, including an air conditioner and a computer. I was engrossed in the game with my headphones on when someone tapped my shoulder. I glanced over; it was my brother. He seemed awake, but his expression was quite serious. Focused on conquering Azeroth, I didn't think much of it and casually asked, "Brother, you're up? What's up?" without stopping my games. My brother turned to face me. "Stop for a second, I have something important to tell you!" I tried to brush him off, but seeing his serious expression, I had to take off my headphones. "What's so serious about it?" I glanced at the clock on the table; it was almost 4:30. My mother should be back in about an hour. I hoped my brother wouldn't take up too much of my time, so I could play on the computer a little longer before she arrived. He said he had something important to say, but after I sat down and looked at him, my brother started to ponder again, not saying a word for a long time. He just kept staring at me, and that strange look in his eyes—how should I put it—made me feel a little uncomfortable. I cleared my throat as if to make a point, "Brother, just say what you want to say, what's there between us brothers!" Seeing that he still didn't open his mouth, I added casually, "If you don't have anything to say, don't block me from playing on the computer, otherwise Mom will nag me for ages when she sees me playing..." "What's going on between you and Mom?" My brother suddenly blurted out, staring straight at me. "...Oh my god. What do you mean, what's going on between you and Mom?!" My mind didn't quite process what he said, and I repeated what he said, but my tongue started to tie itself in knots halfway through. Although the air conditioning in the room was on and it was very cool, when my mind finally came to its senses, cold sweat instantly covered my back—the feeling of having my secret exposed was just too terrifying. “On the day I treated you to dinner, I heard you and Mom talking in the hotel bathroom. I just thought it was strange at the time. But later I found this in your room by chance.” The brother reached out his hand, which had been behind his back, and poured out a wad of silk fabric from a plastic bag—a wrinkled light gray pantyhose with yellowish-white semen stains that had solidified and dried, which looked very glaring.

My mind worked quickly at that moment, and I immediately remembered that these were the pantyhose I used to masturbate with during the New Year. I think I threw them under my desk after using them and never remembered to put them away again, and my brother had found them.

"Now I'm starting to get suspicious, but I really didn't expect that you and Mom would actually, actually do... that kind of thing, until last night..." My brother's face was somewhat gloomy and dazed, it seemed that the truth he had discovered had a great impact on him.

"...You, you saw it last night?" I asked, my voice hoarse and unfamiliar to myself. Although it was a question, I already knew the answer.

"Yeah, I got up to go to the bathroom, and for some reason I peeked into Mom and Dad's bedroom. When I saw that Mom wasn't in the room, I went to your room and opened the door a crack to peek, and... I saw it, you and Mom were... doing that kind of thing!" Was it just my imagination? Why did I feel like there was a hint of jealousy in my brother's tone when he said this?!

Then, we brothers fell into an awkward silence.

After a long while, I struggled to lift my head and asked my brother in a low voice, "Are you planning to tell Dad?"

My brother was silent for a long time, then shook his head. "I don't know." He then asked me, "What are you and Mom planning to do in the future?"

I shook my head blankly, remained silent for a long time, then gritted my teeth and said to my brother, "Brother, about Mom and me... please, please don't tell Dad, okay? I promise I'll never do it again!"

Hearing my plea, my brother's expression shifted between light and dark. He thought for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice frighteningly dry, just like mine had been. However, as I understood the meaning behind my brother's labored and unclear voice, I was completely dumbfounded...

Yes, as clever as you are, you've probably already guessed it. After calming down from the immense shock of discovering my incestuous relationship with my mother, what lingered in my mind was my mother's naked, snow-white flesh and her seductive moaning and writhing beneath me. Later, my brother even couldn't help but imagine himself riding on top of my usually gentle and reserved mother, using his thick, long penis to bring her, now displaying her mature and alluring charm, to ecstasy. Later, my brother told me that he couldn't hold back any longer and secretly took my mother's panties and stockings back to his room to masturbate. My brother

blushed and stammered that he wouldn't tell anyone else, he just wanted to share in my mother's beautiful flesh. I first breathed a huge sigh of relief—at least I didn't have to worry about my incestuous scandal with my mother being discovered by others—but then a wave of disappointment washed over me. In my heart, I already considered my mother my woman. Although my brother's words were vague, and his attitude was definitely not one of extortion but rather a kind of pleading, the thought of my mother's plump, soft body being wantonly played with by another man made me... Even though that "other man" shared the same identity as me—my mother's son—I still felt a sense of shame and humiliation, as I let my woman serve another man.

After thinking for a long time with his head down, my brother stammered, "If... if it doesn't work, I won't tell anyone else. After all, I don't want you and Mom to become a scandalous laughingstock. And... actually, it's not entirely your fault. After all, Mom has always loved you so much since you were little, and your relationship has always been so good. A moment of confusion..." His voice betrayed a sense of resentment and disappointment.

I suddenly looked up, staring intently at my brother. My brother, who had come to confront me, slowly lowered his head under my direct gaze and fell silent.

Although my brother is the eldest son, I was younger and more obedient at home. I also resembled my mother more, and was considered much more handsome than my brother. Especially after starting school, my grades were consistently excellent, so I was always more favored by the elders than my brother. My brother, on the other hand, was naturally quiet and reserved, and his grades weren't great. Fortunately, he was very proactive; otherwise, according to our parents, they planned for him to attend vocational high school and take over our father's job.

However, my brother and I always had a very good relationship. Especially when I was little, because I was pretty but short, I would always cry and run to my brother whenever I was bullied. He always stood up for me without hesitation, and if we got into trouble together, he would always take the blame, for which he received many beatings as a child.

When I started school, my brother continued to be my protector at school. Also, whenever I got good grades, he would just smile foolishly at me while listening to our parents' praise and self-criticism—he was proud of his "successful" younger brother. In front of me, he never put on airs like an older brother; instead, he doted on me like a parent.

Looking at my brother, head bowed and silent, even after discovering his mother's unforgivable and immoral affair with his younger brother, he still seemed fearful and pleading.

I sighed silently, gathering my scattered thoughts. "Brother, I understand what you mean. How about this, I'll talk to Mom later." I paused, thinking for a moment, "Um, why don't you spend a couple of days with your classmate? I might talk to Mom about this privately."

My brother looked up in disbelief. "You…you, you mean…?"

I nodded. "Brother, I understand your thinking." Only after saying that did I realize how ironic it was—did we both have the Oedipus complex? I couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Anyway, you should step aside for a bit. I think Mom needs some time... um, to think about it. But I believe Mom will agree." Seeing my brother's hesitant expression, I quickly added, my heart filled with mixed feelings—damn, this whole thing feels like I'm pimping for Mom!?

Actually, after calming down and thinking about it, this might really be the best solution: the best way to get someone to keep your secret—not that only the dead can keep secrets, I'm not going to kill my brother, am I?—is to make this secret his secret too. Besides, he's my brother, also Mom's son, so the benefits aren't going to go to outsiders. And, this way, wouldn't I have a chance to try out the threesomes in books and porn? Hehehe... With

the weight lifted from my heart, my mind relaxed and some lewd thoughts immediately popped into my head. Hehe, I'm so wicked!

Lost in thought, my brother suddenly asked me curiously, "Ah Jie, what are you thinking about? Why are you laughing so strangely? Wow, you're drooling! That's disgusting." Me : ………… **********

... Although I know my mother well enough that she would most likely agree, and it's the least troublesome solution, seeing her nod finally relieved my unease, followed by a sense of powerlessness—my mother would no longer be mine alone. Thankfully, the person was my older brother. I shook my head with a wry smile, unsure what to say. My mother, overwhelmed with worry, naturally didn't want to speak either, and an awkward silence fell over the living room. After a while, I stammered, "Mom, are you hungry? Should I go buy something from a restaurant?" I figured she wasn't in the mood to cook.

My mother looked up at me with a complicated expression, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame, annoyance, and helplessness. Finally, she let out a long sigh, gritted her teeth as if making a momentous decision, and stood up, saying, "No need, I'll cook. You… call your brother back, let's eat together. I'll go wash my face first."

She turned and went into the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water filled the air. About ten minutes later, the water stopped, and my mother came out of the bathroom, her expression as usual.

Seeing me still sitting blankly on the sofa, she called my name and smiled weakly, "Don't look so gloomy, the sky isn't falling. Hurry up and call your brother back." She then went into the kitchen to start cooking, leaving behind the words, "The truth will eventually come out, at least it's better than your dad finding out…"

I smiled bitterly and sighed—I probably smiled and sighed more times today than in the past ten years combined. I picked up the phone and called my brother's classmate's house to ask him to come back. Although I tried my best to suppress it, I could still hear the surprise and excitement in his voice.

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"Hehe, that's my good son. Come on, cheers!" Mother smiled and raised her glass to my brother.

My brother, flustered, didn't even bother with a glass, clinking glasses with his mother while holding the bottle. Mother tilted her head back and took a big gulp, then gestured for him to drink quickly. My brother didn't dare say anything, chugging down half the bottle in one go. He drank too fast and started coughing loudly as soon as he put the bottle down.

Mother leaned over to pat his back, and this action gave him a clear view of her full, white breasts and deep cleavage through her shirt collar. This made him cough even harder.

Mother quickly realized her chest was exposed, chuckled, and then did something that caught both my brother and me completely off guard: she stood up, took off her shirt, and unhooked and removed her bra. A pair of full, snow-white, enormous breasts swayed before our eyes. Although they sagged slightly and the nipples were a darker color, even I, who often played with and licked those two plump orbs, was stunned by my mother's actions, let alone my brother who was seeing them for the first time.

I was a little faster than my brother in reacting, and went forward to pick up a shirt to put on my mother. I glanced at my brother as well, and wow, even his baggy athletic shorts couldn't hide the high mound between his legs.

My mother waved me away, not even glancing at me, and walked straight to my brother. She cupped her full, snow-white breasts in her hands and said in a coquettish voice, "Xiao Jun, are Mom's breasts pretty? Do you like them?" After saying that, she stuck out her bright red little tongue and licked the smooth white flesh of her breasts. Her appearance was indescribably lewd.

My mind went completely blank. To be honest, even though I had been having a relationship with my mother for almost four years, I had never seen her act so wantonly. This is... so abnormal! And no matter how much she usually cooperated with my lewd acts, my mother would never utter such explicit words.

I was completely stunned, staring blankly at the scene before me. I don't know what my brother was thinking at the time, only that his gaze seemed to be firmly welded to my mother's high-raised breasts, his breathing heavy as if he had just run 10,000 meters.

My mother smiled seductively, kneeling in front of my brother, grabbing his hand and placing it on her breast. "How about it, do you like Mommy's breasts? Your brother always likes to touch them, you should touch them too!"

My brother's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't utter a word. Instead, the hand my mother had placed on her breast began to knead her full, soft, snow-white flesh involuntarily. Only

then did I regain some composure, and I went to pull my mother away. After all, her current behavior seemed like she had given up on herself; otherwise, given her originally reserved and cautious nature, she would never have made such a lewd and obsequious gesture.

Unexpectedly, the moment my hand touched my mother's shoulder, she slapped it away and yelled at me, "Get away from me!" Then she turned to my brother and said, "Ignore him, Mom will serve you well today. How about Mom sucks your dick first? Your brother said Mom's oral sex skills are very good. And do you know where your brother likes to fuck Mom the most? It's Mom's asshole. Your brother is a pervert, he likes to fuck women's assholes the most, he's fucked Mom's asshole so loose. Or are you different from your brother, you like to fuck Mom's cunt? Come on, come fuck Mom. Mom's whole body is yours, you can fuck wherever you want, come on..."

My mother's speech became faster and faster, and her tone became more and more intense. Her originally charming but stiff smile had completely disappeared, and her expression was almost crazed. As she spoke, she forcefully tore off the rest of her clothes, and tears that had been suppressed for so long rolled down her cheeks amidst her hoarse screams—my mother had broken down! (An untimely interjection: those evil readers who think this is about a broken mother can go stand in the corner, this story will definitely have a happy ending—a little spoiler before the ending, author's note).

My brother and I were terrified by our mother's frenzied outburst. We rushed forward, each supporting her on either side, holding her and trying to comfort her. She struggled a few times but couldn't break free, nor did she continue shouting; she just slumped weakly in our arms, crying her heart out.

My brother and I awkwardly tried to comfort her, and seeing her cry so sadly, our eyes unknowingly welled up with tears as well. Eventually, it became my brother and I apologizing to our mother while crying, the three of us crying together. Luckily, the doors and windows were tightly closed that night, and the curtains were drawn; the house was quite soundproof, otherwise, it would have been troublesome if the neighbors had heard how noisy our house was.

After crying for a while, my mother finally calmed down a bit. She put on her clothes and wiped her face. "Xiao Jie, bring me the beer, Mom wants to drink."

I brought over the remaining ten or so bottles of beer, and the three of us sat around on the floor, drinking, crying, and talking. Fueled by the alcohol, first my brother and then my sister, we took turns confessing our guilt and our infatuation with our mother. She, sometimes shy, sometimes coquettish, sometimes tearful, sometimes silent, finally opened up to us: the incestuous relationship with me had always been a lingering shadow in her heart, and the fact that my brother had discovered it and wanted to have incest with her was like a catalyst, filling the sky with that shadow. In truth, my mother knew there were no better options, but the powerful force of centuries-old traditional values and her maternal pride made it impossible for her to change her mindset and calmly accept the future of incest with her two sons. Ultimately, her psychological defenses crumbled under the influence of alcohol, and a torrential downpour began from the overcast sky.

However, after this outburst, the mother's heart felt like the sun had cleared after the rain. The reality before her left her with no other choice. Therefore, finding solace and maintaining family stability through mutual satisfaction with her two sons became her final option—the so-called "life is like rape; if you can't resist, just close your eyes and enjoy it." And finally, emboldened by alcohol, the mother, with a hint of shame, confessed that since her incestuous relationship with me, her own mature body's desires had spread like wildfire. And since her father had a lover outside, she no longer wanted to restrain herself…

Seeing our mother's flushed cheeks, her shy yet alluring appearance, my brother and I could no longer suppress our burning desire. Moreover, our mother had only casually draped her shirt over her shoulders, barely covering half of her full breasts, even her dark nipples were faintly visible. With each breath and movement, her snow-white, full breasts rose and fell, constantly tempting our eyes.

Having already had a physical relationship with our mother, and possessing the thickest skin, I laughed loudly after she finished speaking, ripped off her shirt, grabbed one of her breasts, and began to caress and kiss it, gesturing for my brother to join in.

Seeing our mother nod with a smile, my brother, somewhat embarrassed, carefully caressed her other breast. His large hand, capable of holding a basketball with one hand, covered her snow-white mound; his much rougher hand, compared to mine, rubbed against her smooth, white breast, causing our mother to let out a soft moan.

I released my mother's nipples, which had become erect from our combined teasing, and said with a smile, "Mom, let's go to the bed in the room."

My mother giggled and agreed, standing up and pulling my brother towards the master bedroom. My brother followed behind my mother, his face flushed, his embarrassed yet eager expression making her laugh.

Just as I was about to follow, my mother suddenly blocked the doorway. "Xiao Jie, let me and your brother be alone today... you..." My mother hesitated for a moment, her dark eyes darting around, then she gave me a bright smile. "You tidy up the room, it's up to you!"

Before I could speak, my mother quickly turned and closed the door, locking it as well. Before she closed the door, I stared in disbelief as I saw my brother give me a smile that was both embarrassed and smug.

"...Damn it!" Frustrated, I kicked the bedroom door angrily, sighed, and dejectedly turned to clean up the mess in the living room. Faintly, I could hear my mother's giggles and gasps, along with the sounds of flesh colliding, coming from behind the door.

Slowly tidying up, listening to the intermittent sounds of a man and woman having sex, a smile unconsciously crept onto my face. Heh, it seems this summer vacation is going to be... very erotic!

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Before my mother settled in the provincial capital, she would come at least two or three times a month to receive my brother's and my semen with her ripe, juicy vagina, tight, small anus, and alluring rosy lips, helping us release our youthful desires—which led many of my classmates to joke that I was a child who couldn't live without my mother. I always laughed and said it was maternal love, something you heartless, calcium-deficient, love-starved beasts would never understand. Thinking

of my mother's full, snow-white breasts, her mature and alluring body, especially her plump, long, irresistible legs in stockings, I couldn't help but feel a little thirsty. I quickly calmed myself down—people were coming and going on the main street, and it would be incredibly embarrassing if I got an erection and someone noticed. However, my pace unconsciously quickened.

Not long after leaving the south gate of the university town, I saw the hotel sign. The door was tightly shut; it seemed the hotel wasn't open today—which made sense, with the SARS outbreak causing widespread panic and business being very slow. My mother was also afraid of getting infected, so she gave all the hotel staff the day off. It would probably be a few more days before it reopened.

Heh heh, but it's even better if only my mother is here; then I can enjoy her body without worry—I thought gleefully, quietly taking out my key, unlocking the door, and carefully locking it again. I tiptoed towards my mother's room at the end of the first-floor corridor, wanting to scare her.

Just as I put my hand on the doorknob, ready to push the door open, I heard a woman's intermittent moans and a young man's lewd laughter through the door, mixed with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding. I was startled at first, then realized: my brother had beaten me to it.

I grinned mischievously, but instead of opening the door, I pounded on it, deliberately yelling in a gruff voice, "Police inspection! Open the door! Open the door!"

The noise inside stopped abruptly with my shouts, followed by my brother's angry yet amused voice: "Second brother, are you trying to scare me to death?! You always pull this trick, don't you get tired of it..." I only

managed to utter half a syllable of "annoying" before I heard a "smack." "How many times have I told you, don't swear!" My mother scolded my brother, then told me to stop fooling around and hurry up and come inside.

Before my mother could finish speaking, I had already pushed open the door and gone in, pretending to shield my eyes with my hand. "Is there anything inappropriate for an innocent young man like me to see?!"

My mother laughed and spat at me. "Xiao Jie, you're getting more and more glib."

I chuckled twice, put my hand down, and said to my brother, "Remember what Mom said, you can't swear anymore, and don't keep calling me 'Second Brother, Second Brother,' it's so unrefined! Please call me 'Big Second Brother,' thank you!" My mother immediately burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth.

I was speaking to my brother, but my eyes kept darting over my mother: her long, chestnut-red hair cascaded down her snow-white, bare back; because she was turning her body, half of her full, snow-white breasts, which had been pressed down, were exposed, revealing her erect nipples; she wore a pair of ultra-thin, open-crotch, coffee-colored pantyhose, her plump, ripe buttocks stretching the thin, soft, smooth silk fabric taut over her round, round buttocks without a single wrinkle; her two plump, slender legs were wrapped around my brother's dark legs, making the skin exposed from the crotch of her pantyhose appear exceptionally white and delicate; her rounded calves and delicate feet were tightly wrapped in the coffee-colored pantyhose, their curves soft and alluring...

I felt a heat and swelling in my crotch, and lost all interest in chatting and joking. I hurriedly stripped myself naked, and with my monstrous, furious purple glans erect, I straddled my mother's plump, silky thighs.

Originally, my brother and mother were in a woman-on-top position, but when I pressed down on them, my mother's buttocks sank down, swallowing another part of my brother's thick, long penis. Both of them involuntarily let out a groan.

I chuckled, "You're welcome!" Taking a break from my busy schedule, I gave my brother a high five, which amused and annoyed my mother.

But before she could speak, I skillfully parted my mother's two plump, white buttocks, my glans pressing against her soft, shiny anus, which was already glistening with bodily fluids. With a slight push, accompanied by my mother's suppressed moan, my thick, dark penis disappeared between my mother's plump, silky buttocks, and then began to thrust in and out of her tight, hot anus.

As I rode on my mother's plump buttocks, indulging in the pleasure of anal sex, my brother lay beneath her, barely moving. My thrusts caused her to sway back and forth, and the tightness from having his young, thick penis inserted into her from both ends allowed him to enjoy the sensation of her vagina swallowing and releasing his penis while leisurely reaching out to fondle her swaying, full breasts.

I rode inside my mother's soft, tight anus for over ten minutes, until my back was too tired to bear it any longer, and suggested we change positions. My brother gestured for me to pull out first, then got up, grabbed my mother's two beautiful legs in stockings, and lifted her up like a child being changed to urinate. Although I had suddenly grown taller in the last two years and wasn't much shorter than my brother, in terms of strength, I could only feel envy and resentment towards my basketball-professional brother.

After my brother picked up our mother, he adjusted her position. With her cooperation, this time it was my brother's penis that entered her anus. With her legs spread apart, held by my brother, her wet, honeyed vulva was fully exposed before me in this shameful posture. Her thick labia were slightly parted, revealing the tender, red flesh inside, glistening with spring water.

My mother gently bit her lip, her shy yet blissful expression making my already erect penis twitch again. Swallowing hard, I stepped forward and easily inserted my entire penis into my mother's slippery vulva. I reached out to help lift her plump, long thighs, and my brother and I began thrusting back and forth between her two orifices…

That night, my brother and I thirstily demanded our mother's mature, voluptuous body, indulging in the release of the pent-up energy accumulated during the school lockdown. I can't even remember how many times we did it. Anyway, my mother's mouth, vagina, and anus were all covered in our semen. The sheets were a mess. My brother and I, equally obsessed with my mother's stockinged legs, made her change several pairs of different styles and colors of stockings and pantyhose, each pair soaked in semen. My mother's vagina and anus were red and swollen…

When we finally fell asleep, satisfied and exhausted, I leaned over and kissed my mother. "Mom, I love you so much!" "Me too, Mom," my brother chimed in.

"Good son, Mom loves… loves you both too!" My mother smiled gently, kissing each of us on the forehead.

Yes, my mother loved us very much, even though this love exceeded the bounds of social ethics and morality. Perhaps years ago, when my mother tacitly allowed me to rub against her legs and ejaculate, this love began to spiral out of control, but—I loved this feeling of being out of control!

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Chapter:

The runaway child

opened his eyes.

He turned his cheek and counted. The digital clock showed just before 5 a.m.

– Of course, not morning.

I'd slept in until this time again.

Yawning and stretching, I stood up. I'm not usually one to sleep in. – It's just that getting up in the morning is a real struggle.

"What? Still sleeping?"

My mother, who was keeping accounts in the kitchen, said helplessly.

"Get up and look at the sun once in a while!"

"Okay!"

I replied casually, opening the refrigerator to see what was inside.

My mother hadn't said anything about me not going to school. Going to high school was my own decision, so not going was my freedom too. The condition was that if I wanted to continue to high school or beyond, I'd have to pay my mother back the tuition after I started working. In other words, I (will have to work someday) earn my own money, so how I spend it is my own business, none of her concern.

I grabbed some milk from the refrigerator to wake myself up, washed my face, and changed my clothes. Staying in my room wasn't so bad.

Even if I went out, there wasn't anything exciting or anticipated waiting for me, but it was much better than staying in my room all the time.

"I'm going out!"

I told my mother, who continued working on the accounts. She glanced up at me briefly.

"Is your allowance enough?"

"Yes, it's enough!"

"Is that so? Go ahead!"

I left the house and went downstairs. Although it was a small building, it was my mother's house. The first floor was the club my mother ran, the second floor was our home, and the third and fourth floors were the women's dormitory for the staff.

After leaving the house, I turned on my cell phone. I didn't want to be woken up in the morning, so I turned it off before going to bed. A message appeared on the phone. I pressed play—a clear and bright voice broadcast through the noisy environment. Although there was no name, I knew who it was; it was the manager's voice.

"Naoto? If you're free, could you come to the shop? I need to ask you for a favor!"

A favor? What could it be?

I occasionally patronized the nearby Turkish bath. When I met the manager, we would chat, and perhaps because we were on good terms, he often gave me discounts, which was a favor in return. He specifically called my cell phone to ask me for a favor, so I couldn't refuse. It probably wasn't anything special. I put my cell phone in my back pocket and headed towards the bustling area. Mixed in with bowling alleys, arcades, and cinemas, there was a Turkish bath. The neon lights were as vibrant as ever, looking quite impressive even before nightfall.

"Ah, Naoto. You're here! Did you hear my message?"

"Yeah. That's why I came. Is there something you need?"

"Um... wait. Over here!"

The shopkeeper lowered his voice and pulled me to the side of the shop. Looking around, he quietly leaned close to my ear.

"Well, from the girls here, I heard that Naoto is really good..." "Huh? Sex?"

"Yes!" "

...Ah, although he's not a virgin, he's not exactly confident either."

"That's it, that's what I'm after."

The shopkeeper's face showed a mischievous expression.

"Actually, we have a new girl today, but she's too naive. She doesn't understand anything about what the customers say. Could you teach her how to treat men, where their sensitive spots are, and what to do? That's all."

"Okay, no problem. But why would a girl like that want to be a Turkish bath girl?"

"She probably has her reasons. Not interfering in those things is the rule in our line of work. In short, you can't do the job without learning. -- Ah, but you can't actually go inside. If she says she's a virgin, it will excite the customers even more. Just teach her how!"

"What, are you using me as a promotional tool?"

"Oral sex is fine. Teach her oral sex. You'll also get extra payment for her work. If we work together long-term, you can come in for free most of the time, how about that?"

I get paid and get to have a girl come in, and future baths are free. It would be a fool not to take advantage of such a good deal. Of course, I agreed.

Ten minutes later, in a room in the bathhouse, it was just me and the girl. No wonder the manager was worried; the girl looked like a virgin. The manager must have arranged it all; the dress, barely concealing her figure, was paired with tight shorts, and she already looked quite presentable, especially her well-developed physique.

Why would a girl like that come to a bathhouse…? Thinking about it, just as the manager said, in this materialistic world, there's no need to delve into the reasons.

“It's okay, I'm not a bad person, come and touch me!”

I took off my clothes, sat on the massage chair, and showed her my still-unexcited member. The girl swallowed hard and obediently extended her hand as I instructed.

"Mmm..." Her trembling hand cautiously caressed me. A jolt of electricity shot through me, and I involuntarily groaned.

"Gently hold it. A little pressure. Yes, like that. Ah, so good!"

Her focused yet clumsy manner was strangely intriguing.

"Ah!"

The woman gasped in surprise as her erection exposed her tip, her body recoiling slightly. Her eyes widened. Her expression was undeniably amusing.

"You're starting to feel it. Move your hand a little, up and down, mmm, there, gently rub. You're feeling it... Ahh, good, just like that."

A ticklish sensation rose from deep within my lower abdomen. My body trembled, emitting a groan of pure bliss. I reached out and stroked the girl's hair.

"Very good. Next, lick it with your tongue."

"Ah!"

The girl's eyes widened. I smiled until my eyes squinted.

“Doing it that way will make a man feel really good. Please!”

The girl hesitated for a moment, then swallowed hard as if making a decision. She brought her face close to the tip and cautiously took it in with her soft lips.

“Ah…so good, right there. Lick along the neck with the tip of your tongue.”

“Mmm!”

I nodded gently, and the girl carefully licked the tip as I instructed.

The wonderful pleasure made me groan, and then I began to teach her about the sensitive parts of a man.

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After the satisfying release, I took the wages the manager had given me and left the Turkish bath shop. I didn’t have to worry about pocket money, but I didn’t mind having too much.

It was completely dark, night had officially begun, and the streets were awakening. I love the noisy nights, the crowds flowing like water without any order. Strangers, no one recognizing anyone else, moved through the crowd, the atmosphere was relaxed. Occasionally I saw familiar faces, but they all just brushed past me. Unless there was a particular interest, we generally didn’t interfere with each other. Even so, a few figures waved to me as if beckoning.

"…Hmm?"

I spotted a familiar face in the crowd, the kind of guy who, as I just said, is clueless. His name is Kurume Hisao, a little older than me, but not someone to be respected; he's scum. He's not bad-looking, using that face to deceive girls, colluding with the yakuza to make money.

Since we live on the same street, we always bump into each other; it's unavoidable.

Usually, I just pretend not to see him and walk past, but this time, I stopped. A new prey?

The girl with Hisao seems familiar.

Chapter 1: A Bad Feeling

"Hey, aren't you Naoto?"

I only lingered a little too long before Hisao noticed. He put his arm around the girl's shoulder and walked towards me. He seemed to be in a good mood. He must be thinking about how much money this girl could make.

I can't pretend I don't know him. We hate each other, but openly making enemies isn't a good strategy, especially with Hisao's yakuza background. If things really break down, I'll have to be careful walking down the street.

"How are you doing?"

He deliberately tightened his grip on the girl's shoulders, waving his feathers as if showing off.

"Not bad!"

I replied casually, then looked at the girl. It was her. I hadn't been to school in a long time, so I hadn't seen her for a while. She was my classmate. Yes, it was indeed her, Matsuki Asami. Although I had many friends, I could easily remember their names and faces.

Asami didn't seem to care that we were classmates, turning her head away expressionlessly.

"Hmm? This girl, not bad, right!"

Hisao smiled, pulling Asami even tighter.

"My new girlfriend... By the way, isn't she in the same school as you?"

"Really?"

I wasn't very familiar with her, and judging from her expression, she didn't seem to recognize me either. In front of Hisao, who was showing off "his woman," if I said I knew Asami, it would only provoke unnecessary jealousy, so I decided to pretend I didn't know her.

"Hey! Look closely. Isn't this your school uniform? Ah, I forgot! Someone like you probably doesn't even remember what a school uniform looks like!"

I shrugged, not wanting to be mocked by Hisao, who himself had been expelled from high school.

"How about it? Naoto. Come to my house, I can introduce you to girls like this!"

"No need, I'm not at the point where I need someone to introduce me to women."

Hisao frowned, a fierce expression appearing on his face.

"What, such a high and mighty tone."

"No. I didn't mean that. I just don't want to accept your hospitality." "

That's called arrogance! You probably don't know how to speak to your elders. I'm older than you."

"Not by much, and it's none of my business. If being older means having to follow the proper order of seniority, then your relationship with Baidao might be problematic!"

"What?"

"Hey!"

Mami spoke up. She looked at the angry Hisao with sleepy eyes.

"When are you going to finish? I'm leaving!"

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Are you angry because nobody's paying attention to you? A cute girl should quietly wait for someone to finish speaking."

To appease her and calm her down, Hisao actually said such cheesy and superficial things.

Mami rolled her eyes at Hisao, responding with silence.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute! Naoto, I'll talk to you later."

Mami walked quickly ahead, with Hisao chasing after her in a panic. But he kept glancing back.

I sighed, feeling annoyed by Hisao's words, though not hurtful.

"Don't pay attention to that guy. You only get like this when you're with someone like that."

Turning around, I saw Yoshino patting my shoulder, smiling with her teeth showing. She was a classmate, I guess! Actually, like me, she was almost never at school, more like a playmate who hung out together.

“He spoke first, so I couldn’t ignore him.”

“Just pretend you didn’t hear him. In a crowd, I don’t think he’ll keep chasing after you to talk to you.”

“But it’s not as simple as you say. Didn’t you see? The girl with him?”

Pointing with her chin in the direction the two disappeared, Yoshino’s expression changed, and she nodded.

“Ah. It’s Matsumoto. Why is Matsumoto with Hisao?”

“She doesn’t seem like that type of girl, although I’m not really sure.”

“Yeah, she’s an excellent student in class. I’ve never seen her out at night. She’s from a different group than us… I think so too.”

She shrugged, her complicated expression causing her mouth to twist to one side.

“What you see isn’t everything. Maybe she’s actually quite adept at having fun.”

“She doesn’t seem like it. Do you think she was tricked by Hisao into following him?”

“Possibly. What? Naoto, do you like her? Have you fallen for Matsumoto?”

“No, no, that’s not it.”

Faced with Kano's questioning, she hurriedly shook her head in denial.

"But, since she knows this place so well, it's impossible for her to be fooled by Hisao. If she knew and still followed him, that's a different story. After all, she's a classmate, so I'd care."

"A 'classmate,' huh? That's suspicious, is

n't it?" "You're asking for it!"

I glared at Kano, who was joking. Kano poked my armpit with her finger and chuckled.

"Okay, okay, I don't care. If you're concerned about that girl, just tell her. She works with your mother."

"Is it Maki?"

"Yes, yes. It's Maki. She and Matsumoto are good friends."

"Okay, I understand. I'll go see her later and tell her."

No matter what, Kano was still worried about Mami. Being with a guy like Hisao, and with Baijima and Tadanobu, who specialize in deceiving innocent women, getting close to them was really dangerous.

"Hey? Isn't that Kano and Naoto? What are you doing? Chatting here?"

A clear voice rang out from above. Kano turned around and smiled.

"It's Rumiko."

"Yeah, it's me. What happened? Did something serious happen? Did you forget about contraception? Is it that thing?"

Rumiko Wada, this girl also frequents entertainment venues. She's an upperclassman at our school, but I've never seen her at school. She's more diligent than us; she even comes to school wearing her uniform.

"What are you talking about? It's not that."

Kana gave a wry smile and explained what happened. Rumiko tilted her head to listen.

"...So, being with someone like Hisao is indeed dangerous, that's what it is."

"Yeah. It's nothing. Actually, it's not a big deal."

Rumiko shrugged. Kana was a little angry.

"Why?"

"Isn't it true that if it's her own choice, even with friends' advice, the girl is still with Hisao? If she was deceived by Hisao, it's her own carelessness. Even if she escapes, she'll still be deceived by someone like Hisao again. So advice is useless, useless!"

"How can you say that, Rumiko?"

I couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

“If no one teaches her, there will definitely be things she doesn’t know. Once she knows, she won’t go near strange men anymore. How could it be useless, right?”

After saying this in one breath, I saw their blank faces. Kano and Rumiko stared at me with wide eyes.

“What’s wrong, Naoto? Why are you so serious? Are you really infatuated with Matsumoto?”

“Hey, no! I’m not like that.” “

Then why? Naoto isn’t like this. This incident has shown us a warm and unusual side of Naoto.”

“It really isn’t like that, sorry to bother you.”

Honestly, I’ve become so enthusiastic about this, it’s not like me at all. Feeling embarrassed, I quickly parted ways with the two of them and left the scene. To calm myself down, I paced back and forth.

But all I could think about was Mami. Her face was expressionless as she lowered her head, being held by Hisao. Her eyes were wide open, and her lips seemed very soft.

I shook my head vigorously. What’s wrong with me? She’s just a classmate I passed by on the street, why am I so concerned?

It must be because of Hisao, who was with her. That guy and Baidao always use women to do bad things. And this time, the target just happened to be a girl they knew. So, that's all...

"Are you... Tachikawa?"

A very soft voice called out, and I came to my senses. There was a girl in front of me, wearing our school uniform. She looked familiar; she was a classmate. Her name was Kimura Rie. She was quiet and unassuming in class, the kind of girl from a well-to-do family.

"Are you Tachikawa?"

"Yes...yes, do you remember me?"

"I think there might not be a seat left for me at school."

Rie winked at her and laughed.

"The desk is still there, but if you don't go soon, you might really get expelled."

"That's troublesome. I want to go, but I can't get up in the morning. It's probably because of my low blood pressure."

"You stayed up too late last night, didn't you? If you went to bed early, you should be able to get up early."

"I have insomnia and can't sleep. Miss Kimura, can you sleep with me?"

Rie's face suddenly turned red. More innocent than I had imagined. If it were Yoshino or Rumiko, they would have calmly returned the favor, already used to this kind of joke.

"Hahaha, just kidding, just kidding. Are you serious?"

"You, you're deliberately messing with me! How mean."

My explanation relieved Rie, who smiled while frowning, easing the awkward atmosphere.

"Going home from cram school?"

"Um...no. Something came up, what is it?"

"I thought someone like you wouldn't go out at night!"

"Someone like me, what kind?"

"A high-achieving student who wouldn't wander around at night."

"Are you complimenting me? Or are you deliberately insulting me again?"

"It's a compliment."

"Really?"

Rie stared at me suspiciously. I smiled back at her. Rie's face flushed slightly, and she looked away.

“Oh, right. Tachikawa.”

“Just call me Naoto. Being called by my surname doesn’t feel like I’m being called.”

“So, Naoto. Are you familiar with this area?”

“Yeah, more or less. I know the Neki family’s house is nearby.”

“Um… do you know the girl in our class, Matsuki Asami?”

My mind went completely blank!

“Ah, yeah, I know.”

“Have you seen her around here?”

“Yes. Just now.”

“Really?”

I nodded.

“Are Kimura and Matsumoto close?”

“Yeah, kind of… friends. Oh, right, you can just call me Rie.”

“Okay? Then I’ll call you Rie. If you two are good friends, I hope you can tell Matsumoto. She was just… like this, with some delinquents. It’s best not to get involved with that kind of person.” “Is that so? What

kind of person?”

Rie’s expression darkened, and she lowered her head sadly.

“Asami didn’t come to school today… could she have run away from home?”

“Run away from home!”

I couldn’t help but exclaim, something I had never even considered. Rie lowered her head and nodded.

"Something seems to have happened at home... Her mother didn't mention anything on the phone; she went out last night and hasn't come home. She thought she might be around here and asked me to come out and look for her."

"Oh. I understand. I'll tell her you're worried when I see her again. If she contacts you, tell her what happened earlier, okay?"

The girl who ran away from home was exactly the target of Hisao and his gang. Before leaving, I gave Rie my cell phone number, and then went to places Hisao might go to look for her.

However, there was no trace of Hisao in the places where people gathered.

Perhaps, he took Mami somewhere... The image of Hisao tearing Mami's uniform and pinning her to the ground flashed through my mind. Hisao, who looked a bit thin, was actually quite strong and had a good physique. Girls like Yoshino, who are quick and agile, would instinctively kick at a man's groin when attacked, which wouldn't be a problem, but Mami seemed very quiet, and it was hard to say whether she could resist.

If I didn't find her and rescue her soon... Suddenly, I stopped.

A strange feeling. It seemed... something was wrong.

After thinking for a moment, I finally understood my unease.

Why was I so concerned about Mami...? Mami and I were indeed classmates, but that was all. We had never talked about anything intimate. She probably didn't even know that there was a man like me in her class. The girl I knew had become Hisao's prey, and I felt uneasy—but was it really necessary to rush to rescue her?

"Naoto?"

I looked up towards the source of the voice. The girl's face suddenly loomed closer, like someone spying, making me instinctively back away. Perhaps because my reaction was so strange, the girl laughed.

"What's wrong? Standing there in a daze. That's not like you, Naoto."

"Ah! Yeah!"

came the girl selling jewelry by the roadside. A straightforward, bossy woman, she was like an older sister to me, both brother and sister. Kano was the same; many women around me were like that. They'd all been like that since my mother's time—perhaps it's a mother complex.

But Kano wasn't someone you could discuss things with; she was someone you could rely on. After a moment's thought, I told her everything that had happened the day before.

She listened to my whole story while dealing with customers, nodding thoughtfully.

"We can put aside the details of running away from home for now, but being with Hisao isn't a good thing. I've heard recently that there are a lot of shady AVs involved in trafficking women."

"Shady AVs?"

"Yeah, you see, there are, aren't there? Not normal sex, but something like rape. They find victims and exchange them for money."

"Then...maybe that girl is also..." She forced a smile and patted my shoulder.

"It hasn't come to that yet. You're not thinking of beating up Hisao, are you? You can't!"

"Hey, no way, I wouldn't do something like that."

"Really? You look like you'd beat up Hisao if you ran into him."

She smiled mischievously, feeling her cheeks burn. She smiled and patted my shoulder again.

"It's just a rumor that Hisao is involved in that kind of business. But you still have to be careful, be especially careful next time you see that girl—and..." She tilted her head knowingly, looked into my eyes, and burst out laughing.

"I really didn't know you liked that kind of refined, well-bred girl."

"Don't talk nonsense! I didn't mean anything by it..." "It's not a deep relationship. I've never seen anyone so enthusiastic about this before. Love at first sight, isn't it? Admit it."

"No, really. Don't talk to me like Yoshino."

A little angry, I turned and left. This childish reaction only happens when it's right. Behind me as I was about to leave, a voice came.

"We can talk anytime. Come find me if anything happens!"

Turning around, I saw a person waving their hand vigorously. It wasn't a joke; the kind face lightened my mood.

I went to look at the place Hisao frequented.

But I stopped after walking a short distance. I found Rumiko and Baijima talking there. Baijima and Hisao were best friends. Short and stocky, with short hair and small eyes, he looked like a simple college student just from the countryside. That was his disguise. In reality, he's even worse than Hisao, offering Hisao wicked jobs or dangerous tasks—that's the man's true nature. Worse than the delinquent Hisao, his seemingly friendly exterior makes him easier to deceive.

Rumiko should know very well what kind of person Baijima is. What exactly are they talking about? Watching them from afar in the shadows, the two nodded to each other and walked towards a dark corner by the roadside.

It should be a dead end. What are they deliberately going there for? It seems there's something they're hiding. Following behind them, she felt something was amiss.

"Hey? No, wait!"

Rumiko's voice came from inside.

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Rumiko was pressed against the building wall. Baijima lifted one of Rumiko's legs, pressing his face against the area covered by her trendy lace panties.

"Are we doing it here? Aren't we going to a hotel? Hey... don't do that!"

"Where I do it is my freedom. I'm in the mood!"

"Pervert!"

he muttered. Rumiko didn't push Baijima away; it seemed like they both agreed. Between Rumiko's legs, Baijima's head swayed, and Rumiko frowned and shook her head. Rumiko's body trembled continuously.

"Ah, um..." "What's wrong? Are you feeling anything?"

Baijima grinned wickedly, rubbing Rumiko's genitals with the tip of his nose through her panties.

"It's because of what you did that..." "It's already soaking wet. Honestly, making you feel so good, I should be asking you for money."

"What are you talking about? You said you'd pay me to do things... um, ah, ah,... there..." Rumiko bent over, pushing her sensitive area towards Baijima's face. Was it Baijima's saliva or Rumiko's love juice, or both? The cleft between her panties was completely soaked, the shape inside barely visible.

Rumiko had heard rumors of prostitution. She wandered around every night, probably working part-time; her family wasn't wealthy, but they were well-off. Perhaps someone sponsors her with money every month.

But I never expected to encounter something like this. And the person is Byashima... Rumiko, Yoshino, and I all know each other, but we have no particular connection. So even if she's selling herself to Hisao's partner whom we despise, we can't condemn her... But there's no need to deliberately seek out Byashima, maybe only I think so.

"Ah... well, no need... in a hurry..." Frustration made Rumiko's body contort. Byashima lewdly pulled down Rumiko's panties. He picked up Rumiko's legs again, licking her clearly visible, wet and shiny area with the tip of his tongue.

"Ah... um, ah, ooh!"

Rumiko made a sound as her free hand caressed her breasts, her brows furrowed. Byashima sucked on her love juices, making loud noises.

"Ah, um, ah, no, I feel it..." Rumiko leaned back against the building wall, panting ecstatically. Her exposed breasts were deformed by Byashima's pressure, swaying up and down. She rhythmically swayed her hips, matching the movements of Baidao's head.

"Ah...mmm, ah, good, very good, there, ahm!"

Her panting grew louder.

Baidao moved her face away from Rumiko. Her mouth was glistening with wet love juice. She stuck out her tongue and licked it,

revealing a very lewd expression.

"Now it's my turn to enjoy it too!"

He stood up and unfastened the clasp. He pulled out an enormous penis. He involuntarily compared its size to his own in his mind. This was the tragedy of men.

Rumiko's legs were lifted, and Baidao took his position, penetrating her from below.

"Ah..." Rumiko kept backing away, shaking her head.

"Wow, it's so... big... it hurts!"

"It'll feel better soon. Just bear with it a little longer."

"Ah, oh, ah, no, I can't move."

Trying to escape Baidao, Rumiko shook her head several times. Baidao recklessly began to twist his waist.

"Ah, ah, ah, it hurts, ah!"

"It's gradually loosening up, look!"

"Ah, oh, ah, ahhh..." With each thrust, Rumiko's body twitched. A slight vibration swept through Rumiko's entire body.

"Ah, ah... ah, good... ah, slower, I, I think..." "You can feel it now!"

"Ugh... ah, full, um, ah!"

Just now she had been roughly refusing Baidao, but now she had long forgotten that, and Rumiko began to make sweet sounds. She wrapped her hands around Baidao and began to sway her body.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh... "Ah... um, ah, good, that's good..." The wet friction sound could be heard clearly even from my position.

"Hmm... very tight. Although I use it often, it's still well maintained."

"Hmm, this one. Can you feel it?"

"Ah, ah ah, um, it's there."

Rumiko's breathing became more intense. As Baidao's waist movements became more intense.

"Ah, ah, ah... good... good..." Thump, thump, her whole body vibrated violently, and Rumiko shouted loudly. Baidao also let out a brief, wild orifice at the same time! It seemed like he had ejaculated. Whew! Rumiko sighed and relaxed her body. She took out toilet paper from the bag on the ground and began to wipe herself.

"Ugh... how awful. No condom

at all." "Well, I took birth control pills!"

Bai Dao took a tissue from Rumiko and tidied himself up. He took a cigarette from his coat and lit it.

"Honestly, you get paid for this! What a good deal, I won't pay you next time."

"Then I won't let you have your way. Even if you don't, there will be other people willing to pay."

Rumiko and Bai Dao had almost completely forgotten their earlier frenzy. Is this what relationships built on money are like? At least when I went to a Turkish bath, there was a slightly romantic atmosphere.

However, I ended up watching a live demonstration. Rumiko's was alright, but Bai Dao's butt was truly unsightly. I thought I might overhear about Hisao and Asami, but it seems I was wrong.

If the two of them come out later, they'll be discovered. It's time to get out of there.

At this moment, Bai Dao voiced his concern.

"Don't be like that, I'm only doing this for your own good."

He spoke in a deliberately mysterious tone. Rumiko was also worried. She asked him in confusion.

"What's that?"

"I've got this whole area under my control."

He took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled. Bai Dao grinned menacingly.

"Hey! It's not good to talk about this with you. I won't go into too much detail. If you handle this well, I'll be promoted. It'll be too late to curry favor with me then."

"Hmm!"

I wondered what Rumiko's expression was when she answered. Bai Dao stood up to leave, and I quickly slipped away too.

I felt very hungry. I ate something simple at a burger joint. What Bai Dao had said kept echoing in my mind. I roughly understood what he was talking about. If he did that job well, he would get a reward. That way, Bai Dao could use the organization's name to swagger around and show off in front of us.

Seriously, what a joke. Although my mother's shop and the Upper Turkish bathhouse are mostly connected to those gangs, and they can be used when there are disputes with customers, it's a win-win situation, but that has nothing to do with me. If I want to roam around this area, I have to pay protection money to Bai Dao, there's no way around it.

The problem is, I don't know what Byashima is up to.

Hisao certainly has an ace up his sleeve, which should be related to Asami.

It's just a gut feeling, I'm not entirely sure.

***

Afterwards, I wandered around until late at night, still without finding Hisao.

Tomorrow, no, I'll go to school as soon as it's light and talk to Asami directly.

Of course, that's on the condition that Asami comes, and I must go to school too.

"Naoto?"

A girl called out to me from the intersection in front of my house. It's rare to see a girl so energetic in the middle of the night.

I turned around and saw it was Yamashita Maki.

She works as a waitress at her mother's shop. I've told her several times not to wear her uniform to work, but she still came in her uniform today.

"I've told you so many times, you should change out of your uniform before you come to work!"

"What! You start lecturing as soon as we meet."

Maki pouted, tossing her long hair.

"Okay! I had something to do so I didn't go home to change. I'll try to be careful at the store so no one will notice, okay?"

"That's good, but Mom will scold you."

"I understand. I'll be more careful next time, okay?"

"I've heard that so many times!" "

I'll just have to be careful this time. Please come to school sometimes too!"

"...Hehe!"

He talks too much. Goodbye, I nodded to Masaki who was waving, and went home.

Yoshino said Masaki and Asami are very close. I wish Yoshino could tell me something about Asami. I thought to myself before going to sleep.

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