The Cultural Revolution

The Cultural Revolution
was a time of madness for the Chinese people, a time of chaos, when the censorship of sensitive information across mainland China was in full swing.

My small city was making a painful break with its old civilization.

Every street, every shop, every building had been transformed. Countless slogans, in all their vibrant colors, were written on the streets and walls; newly built buildings displayed large red brick "Loyalty" characters.

Thousands of years of civilization had been relegated to the scrap yards. Qu Yuan and Li Bai, in a raging fire, turned to ashes, completing their new romantic masterpiece. Amidst a mountain of records, Beethoven, Mozart, Mei Lanfang, and Cheng Yanqiu were gathered together, only to be smashed to pieces with pickaxes. The cracking sounds, mixed in with the noise, broke my heart.

As a revolutionary youth, I shouted with sincere revolutionary aspirations and plunged into the torrent of the times.

In just one year, I experienced a dizzying array of events. From school to society, all sorts of people revealed their true colors, and the changes were dazzling. In a single day, truth could become falsehood, and heroes could become villains. The bewilderment that followed the excitement left my young self utterly bewildered.

"Li Siyong, you black bastard, our red collective doesn't want you!" With those words, I was kicked out of the headquarters I was so proud of. Although I was skilled in both academics and military arts, and was once sought after by both the July 29th Headquarters and the Artillery Headquarters, due to my father's criminal background, I am now a despised and scorned son, a far cry from my former high spirits.

My father, Li Pengju, was an underground worker before liberation, engaged in espionage for a long time, and was directly under the jurisdiction of General Li Kenong of the Special Higher Police. After liberation, he was a high-ranking police officer in the Shaanxi Provincial Public Security Bureau. My mother joined the Party after liberation and was a violinist at the provincial opera troupe.

In this crazy era, they were naturally the targets of serious attention from the rebels. So my father was imprisoned again, only this time in the prison of his most beloved Communist Party. My mother was ordered to sever ties with him, but she deeply loved my father and fought against them.

Due to my family's martial arts tradition, I practiced martial arts from a young age. My father passed on his authentic Southern Five Ancestors Fist to me, which made me physically strong; my muscular physique once made the girls at school scream. It's said that sons resemble their mothers, and this is certainly true for me. My mother's beautiful appearance was passed down to me without reservation, and coupled with my extraordinary aptitude for music, my mother's violin often produced the most beautiful melodies in my hands.

"Ugh, Siyong, you're so bad! Ah…it hurts…" Zeng Lina's left leg was raised high, pressed against the wall by me, her lower body enduring my surging thrusts. I ignored her feelings; the key was that I was in a bad mood today, a strange annoyance that turned my usual tenderness into a kind of brutality.

I thrust in and out almost frantically hundreds of times, each time reaching the deepest part of her vagina, caring nothing for any shallow or deep techniques.

Lina's face contorted in pain, her small mouth biting her cherry lips as if she were about to draw blood. I could deeply feel the surging passion within her; her painful yet joyful moans and heavy breathing echoed throughout the empty classroom.

I've never liked to make a scene when we have sex; I always release my primal energy quietly. So when she couldn't take it anymore and begged me to let her lie down, I chuckled lewdly, pulled out my engorged penis, and watched her collapse listlessly onto the cold floor, her vaginal fluids flowing like a fountain.

I squatted down and slapped her face hard with my penis, asking, "Want some more? I'm not done yet."

I could tell she both loved and feared me; her phoenix eyes were full of joy and shyness, her nostrils flared, and the words coming from her lips were incoherent, just mumbling as she stared at me blankly.

"Hey, get up, I'm going home, my mom's waiting for me to eat." I climbed naked off Zeng Lina's fair body. Zeng Lina was an art teacher at Nanhai No. 1 Middle School, but she hadn't taught me; she was eight years older than me.

I met her not because we were in the same school, but because of her younger sister, Zeng Liyuan, or rather, she actively seduced me. I don't want to go into details here, after all, matters between men and women are often more felt than explained. It was just that she was captivated by me the moment she saw me, and out of absolute vanity and pure lust, I slept with her.

At that time, the school was no longer holding regular classes. Several panels of the school gate were missing, and large slogans and comics were haphazardly written on the corridor walls.

I remember it was my turn to be on duty that day. By the time I finished, the moon was already high in the sky.

The moonlight outside the classroom was like water, and the two rows of tall white poplars rustled. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a violin. It seemed to come from beyond the heavens, light and distant. If I didn't know that my mother was at home brewing medicine for my father, I would have thought it was my mother playing.

After a while, it drifted closer, carrying a thousand tender feelings, just like a pair of lovers whispering sweet nothings under the window. I walked towards the sound of the violin. It was Mozart's violin piece—"Adagio in E major".

To be honest, hearing such a piece of music in this era was quite surprising.

The music was so out of sync with everything around it!

Keep in mind, this was a time of great chaos, 1967, when the *censorship of sensitive information* was in full swing, a time of great upheaval and turmoil. At that time, the land of China was filled with the sounds of armed conflict.

This music was like heavenly music, flowing towards me through the dark corridor. At the end of the corridor, a door was ajar, letting in a sliver of light on the floor. I gently opened the door.

A young girl was playing the violin. She stood by the window, her back to the door, unaware of my footsteps or the door opening.

Only the music echoed in the empty classroom.

Under the fluorescent lights, she wore a white short-sleeved shirt and a slightly worn blue skirt that reached her knees.

She was barefoot, wearing light green flip-flops. Her hair, loosely tied back as if freshly washed, was held in place by a red ribbon. She tilted her head slightly, holding the violin between her fingers, revealing her long, fair neck.

Her arm, poised to draw the bow, swayed up and down.

I watched her silently; this beautiful music was being played by such a young girl, and in this year of "Red Terror"! The music gradually faded, finally returning to silence.

"That's forbidden, young lady." The girl turned around, showing no fear whatsoever. Her beautiful eyes sparkled. "Who are you?" Her voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing. "What do you know? What piece is this?" Her words carried a hint of contempt and sarcasm.

"Mozart's Adagio in E major, that's right. You play it very well. Who taught you?" I deliberately looked at her with an air of superiority. I hadn't seen this girl before; she probably wasn't from our school.

She glanced at me in surprise. In our ordinary middle school, it was rare to hear someone recognize such an elegant violin piece.

"Can you play? My mom taught me."

"My mom taught me too. We can't be from the same family, can we?"

I teased, taking the violin from her. Perhaps my proper playing posture intimidated her, because she ignored my flirtatious manner. Hearing my passionate and unrestrained music, she exclaimed, "Salasatti's 'Zigeunerweisen'! You're not a student here."

"Yes, I am. I'm a second-year high school student. My name is Li Siyong. What's yours?" I returned the violin to her while my eyes roamed over her innocent beauty.

"My name is Zeng Liyuan. I never expected..." I knew she was surprised that such a remarkable person existed in a poor, remote middle school. I smiled slightly and walked out the door. A refreshing breeze blew into my open coat, making me feel a little chilly, but I didn't notice a pair of bright eyes staring intently at me behind me.

"Why are you back so late? The food is cold. Let me heat it up." My mother always waited for me to come home so we could eat together. "

Mom, I'll heat it up." My mother and I insisted on doing it. She had a hard time these past few years, and I knew the pain in her heart. She would secretly cry in the dark of night, but the next day she would face her son with a smile on her face.

My mother smiled slightly. "You'd better sit and wait patiently. Don't make things worse." Although I'm quite skilled in cooking, I'm no match for my mother.

Her smile is like an angel's. I stared blankly at her slender figure. My busy mother possessed a different kind of beauty; every gesture exuded a natural charm. I pinched my thigh hard, even having impure thoughts about my loving mother—how sinful!

I felt like everyone in China had gone mad. No one questioned this revolutionary movement. As someone directly involved, I experienced firsthand a movement that completely transformed me—a movement to overthrow "monsters and demons

. "

The slogan "Carry out the filtering of proletarian sensitive information to the end!" echoed throughout the square, which was more like a ruin than a square.

Dozens of "monsters and demons," including the school's Party Secretary and Principal, were brought here to be tortured.

Uniform rubber whips mercilessly lashed these former teachers. There were no screams, only groans, because any scream would only bring double the punishment. Some coughed up blood, some collapsed to the ground.

I saw it, I saw my beloved English teacher, Fang Wenling, kneeling with her hands bound behind her back, being beaten.

She couldn't hold on any longer; her body lurched forward, her shaved head slamming against a broken wall with a horrifying sound. I couldn't bear to watch any longer; my whole body trembled, and an indescribable pain washed over me.

This horrific scene of beatings haunted me for years to come. Perhaps it was from that moment that my worldview and philosophy of life underwent a profound transformation, deeply influencing my future path.

The warehouse, originally used for storing sports equipment, had been divided into several rooms. I knew those female "monsters and demons" were locked on the right. I had scouted the area during the day, but under the moonlight, I couldn't see her. Impossible; I had seen her locked up here during the day.

Turning my head, I saw light coming from a small hut fifty meters away, and I could faintly hear voices. I crept up to the hut and peered through a small hole. Teacher Fang was completely naked, her hands tied to the roof beam, her prominent pubic hair drooping, clearly unconscious.

"Damn it, this counter-revolutionary is faking death! Wake her up!" With a shout, a basin of cold water was poured over her head. She groaned, opening her tired, lifeless eyes, staring blankly at the people before lowering her head again.

A short man dressed in Red Guard uniform walked up to her, his hands lewdly kneading her sagging breasts. I recognized him; his name was Hou Yong. He was always a troublemaker at school, disliked studying, and constantly causing trouble. If it weren't for this movement, he would have been expelled long ago.

"Fang Wenling, you anti-Party element, why don't you bow your head and confess your crimes? Honestly tell me who your accomplices are."

Hou Yong deliberately ran his hand along the whip marks, causing Teacher Fang to tremble uncontrollably. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she spat a mouthful of saliva onto Hou Yong's face.

Hou Yong laughed loudly, shamelessly sticking out his tongue and licking it. "I'm telling you, my dear Teacher Fang, you slut, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time." His hand kept rubbing Teacher Fang's vulva. "Do you remember that night when someone was watching you take a bath outside your window? That was me, Hou Yong." After saying that, he chuckled wickedly, took off his pants, revealing his half-dead penis.

His accomplices all lewdly stepped forward and untied the ropes. Teacher Fang immediately collapsed to the ground, she was too exhausted. As she fell, her lower body was directly facing me, and I could clearly see her dark pubic hair matted together, a narrow slit filled with moisture.

Then, I saw Hou Yong, half-kneeling, forcefully thrust his already erect penis into Teacher Fang's vagina, moaning softly, clearly very excited. I saw his thick waist swaying continuously, his heavy breathing and panting mixed with beast-like cries. I was consumed by rage, my fists clenched so tightly I could clearly hear my bones cracking.

The loss of humanity, the rampant evil—this is a regression of an era. Through my tear-blurred vision, I saw those beasts taking turns raping their former teacher!

My mother, as usual, brought food from home to visit my father, but this time was different. The person guarding him wasn't the same as before; it was one of my father's former subordinates, named Hang Tianfang. My father had originally intended to promote him, but he was later demoted to prison guard for having illicit affairs, and he harbored deep resentment towards my father.

"Comrade Tianfang, you're on duty today?" my mother said with a forced smile.

"Hehe, sister-in-law, you've brought me food. There are regulations now; prisoners' families can't visit them freely." Hang Tianfang, with a toothpick dangling from his uneven teeth, leered at my mother.

"Ah, Comrade Tianfang, please make an exception. Let me see Old Li today. I'll definitely ask permission another day," my mother pleaded, her pretty face full of entreaty.

Hang Tianfang pulled my mother's hand, saying, "Sister-in-law, come in first. It's windy outside; don't catch a chill." His lecherous hands caressed my mother's delicate hands, his eyes burning with lust.

My mother blushed, placing the basket on the table. Seeing that only the two of them were in the room, she felt a little timid.

"To be honest with you, Old Li is under my control now. I can do whatever I want with him, sister-in-law, what do you say?" Hang Tianfang threatened his mother. "If you behave well, it will benefit Old Li too."

His mother remained silent for a long time, then looked up at him and said, "Then what do you want me to do to get me to go in and visit Old Li?"

Hang Tianfang leered as he walked towards his mother, reaching out to touch her face and saying, "After all these years, you haven't aged a bit. I wanted to sleep with you the first time I saw you in your house, but it's not too late now." With that, he suddenly threw his mother onto the bench, grabbed her bra, sniffed it deeply, and then threw it on the ground.

His mother tightly closed her beautiful eyes. Feeling her pants being pulled down, a pair of hands wandered around the edge of her pubic area, gently stroking her pubic hair. Suddenly, a finger slipped inside, and my mother felt a tingling sensation, letting out a groan.

Hang Tianfang chuckled, "You slut, so you're a whore after all. You always act so pure and innocent; I thought you were frigid." With that, he pulled down his pants, took out his battle-hardened penis, and thrust it hard into my mother's vagina. She let out a painful and helpless cry.

I slipped away and went home. Seeing no one at home, I knew my mother must have gone to deliver food again. I waited and waited, but my mother didn't return.

So, I decided to go and get her. When I arrived at the detention center, there was no one at the door, so I went straight in.

I peeked into a slightly lit room and saw my mother writhing and moaning beneath Hang Tianfang, her slender legs draped over his shoulders, the chair creaking under her.

After a while, Hang Tianfang picked my mother up, told her to put her hands on the table, and thrust into her from behind. My mother's breasts swayed violently with each thrust, and a trickle of fluid flowed down her beautiful legs. Suddenly, Hang Tianfang cried out, "Ah, I'm coming! I'm coming!" and collapsed onto my mother, motionless.

His mother quickly rolled him off her, and Hang Tianfang said weakly, "Take the key yourself. I'm exhausted from being with you, you slut. I need to rest." His mother hurriedly put on her clothes and took the key from his waist. I stood coldly at the window, filled with boundless anger.

In a daze, I looked around. The night wind howled in the quiet night, swirling fallen banners into the sky. My heart seemed to rise and fall with it. In a daze, I arrived at my school.

"You've finally come. I've been waiting for you all these days, you know that?" The voice was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was. In the hazy night, the person standing quietly under the sycamore tree was clearly a woman.

I gave her a cold look. "I don't know you. Who are you?" I now have a strange hostility towards all women.

"I'm Zeng Liyuan, don't you remember? 'Adagio in E Major'." Her voice sounded a little sad.

I walked closer and looked at her more closely. Hmm, so it was the girl who played the violin in the classroom that night. Was her name Zeng Liyuan?

"Oh, it's you. Why are you standing here so late?" I was a little surprised. I hadn't looked closely that night, but she was quite pretty, with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and a high nose. Perhaps because she was breathing heavily, her high breasts immediately caught my attention.

"I...I...I was waiting for you. Have you forgotten me?" Her words contained a lingering sorrow, light and delicate, quite beautiful.

My heart skipped a beat. In the hazy night, her fragrance was intoxicating, uniquely beautiful, like a fairy quietly standing alone in the Moon Palace. But then I remembered my mother's wanton ways, and a fire ignited within me. I felt all women were the same, fickle and promiscuous. I smiled slightly, gently lifting her slightly pointed chin. Her small mouth pouted, her eyes filled with shyness and joy. It seemed this little girl had fallen for me.

"Little sister, how old are you this year?" I gently put my arm around her slender waist, her waist graceful and warm to the touch. She lowered her head shyly, revealing the smooth, white skin of her neck. "I...I'm nineteen. And you?"

"Ah...then you're older than me. I'm eighteen." I've always been mature beyond my years, looking older than my actual age. Plus, with my imposing physique, many people think I'm in my twenties.

She hummed in agreement, still keeping her head down. The fragrance of the young girl filled my heart. I couldn't suppress my surging emotions and picked her up, heading into the shadows. The scene I had just witnessed, combined with the girl's delicate beauty, had aroused my lust to the point of losing my senses.

"No, don't do this..." The girl in my arms struggled slightly, her weak hands gently pushing away. Her breathing grew heavy. My left hand was around her waist, while my right hand had already slipped under her skirt. Her lower body was warm and quite fleshy. I ignored her, buried my head, and deeply sucked on her two red lips. They were soft and sweet, with a fresh scent like the first stirrings of early spring, unlike the wanton sluts I had slept with before.

Her eyes were tightly closed, not daring to look at me, softly letting me kiss her deeply. Her clumsy movements actually moved me somewhat; it was clearly her first kiss. Her teeth were clenched, but I forcefully pried open those two rows of pearly teeth and finally sucked on that fragrant lip. As I sucked, her delicate body trembled involuntarily.

I easily unhooked her bra. Her breasts were not large, but firm and well-proportioned, and two pairs of small buds trembled cutely before my eyes.

I gently licked her nipple with my tongue, and she tensed up instantly. Even though it was night, I could feel every pore on her body flaring. "Little darling, relax, let your brother take care of you." Although she was a year older than me, in my heart she felt like my little sister.

I kissed down her exquisite curves, her delicate body trembling slightly. I touched her navel with my tongue, and she let out a soft "Ah!" She hadn't expected me to kiss her there, and her legs stiffened. As I pulled down her skirt, I was somewhat dazed. What a breathtakingly pure place this was! Smooth and glistening, a few sparse pubic hairs draped over her vulva, making it look exceptionally elegant. I gently brushed aside her hand, which was instinctively covering her vulva, and moved closer to suckle her two glistening petals.

"No, no, Siyong, we can't do this." I hadn't expected her to suddenly resist, and caught off guard, I was pushed so hard I fell flat on my back.

I sprang to my feet with a "carp jump," angrily saying, "What are you doing? You don't have to hit me."

"I'm sorry, Siyong, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to." She hurriedly stepped forward to brush the dust off me.

"Go away, it's alright. Go back, I'm leaving too." I was furious; she had ruined the gentle atmosphere. I straightened my clothes and turned to leave.

"Then, are you coming tomorrow night? I... I, I'll wait for you here." Her voice was hesitant, tinged with shyness.

"I'm not coming anymore. What's the point of coming here? Bye-bye." I pinched her rosy cheek and turned to leave.

"Why aren't you coming anymore? I... I'll let you kiss me again, okay?" It seems this little girl doesn't understand anything.

I shook my head. "Forget it, let's just pretend we never met, it's nothing. Okay. I really have to go, goodbye."

"No, don't go. How about I come to your house tomorrow?" She almost pleaded, pulling my hand. "I just learned Paganini's Capriccio these past few days, do you want to hear it?"

"Sorry, my house is very poor, I can't entertain such a distinguished guest as you. What Capriccio? I don't want to hear it."

I was in a bad mood, and besides, I've always liked generous and cheerful girls. This girl's coyness wasn't to my taste, so I flatly refused her.

"Then, then come find me, okay? Siyong, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow."

I was a little curious. Right, she didn't seem to be from around here. "Where do you live? I've never seen you before."

"I live here, Room 302, Building 3."

"Oh, it's the teachers' building... Ah, Room 302, what's your relationship with Teacher Zeng?" I suddenly realized, their names were only one character different, they must be related.

Sure enough, I heard her say, "She's my cousin, she's an art teacher here."

"Okay, I'll definitely come when I have time." I replied, but I didn't really think so. This Zeng Lina was the only teacher in the whole school who hadn't been criticized, she seemed to be a very important person. This little girl was her sister, it was best not to mess with her.

A series of gunshots jolted me awake. I rushed to the rooftop and saw the Changfeng Hotel not far away engulfed in flames and bustling with noise.

I returned to the house and found my mother also awakened, wearing only a silk bra and looking terrified.

"Mom, don't be afraid, it's probably just another fight," I comforted her. Although we had been giving each other the cold shoulder for days since that day, she was still my mother, and I was the only man at home now.

Moonlight streamed through my broken window, bathing the floor in its glow. Even without a lamp, I could clearly see the two purplish-red cherries beneath my mother's bra. Her slightly fearful expression was pitiful and truly evoked pity.

I went up to her and hugged her. Her warm, soft body and the unique scent of my mother made me feel uneasy. "Mom, I'll go check on her. You go to sleep first."

"No, don't go. It's dangerous. Stay home with me." I always listened to my mother, but the thought of her lewd behavior that evening made me feel nauseous.

I pressed her down on the bed. "I'm going. Don't be afraid. I'm skilled in martial arts, aren't I?"

By the time I approached the Changfeng Hotel, the gunfire had subsided. I crept into the building by the moonlight and a few scattered lights. Several bloodied corpses lay on the ground.

"Damn it, the 729th Regiment's firepower is really fierce. We're all left." I immediately recognized Hou Yong's voice.

I peeked out and, haha, it really was those people who had humiliated Teacher Fang that night.

"Brother Hou, what do we do now?"

"Let's go check on that old bastard Ding Hao. His wife's pretty good, smells delicious." The group immediately grinned lewdly. Ding Hao was also from our middle school; he was a physics teacher.

Just then, my fist made a whistling sound as it struck Hou Yong's chest. I knew the consequences. I heard the crisp crack of ribs breaking, and a surge of excitement rose within me.

I then unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks with the force of a whirlwind. Before they could even scream, they stared at me with incredulous eyes, slowly collapsing to the ground. It was their last look at this world.

I crouched down to examine their bodies closely until I was certain they were all dead. I stood up with a sigh of relief, looked around, and saw a deathly silence. Only a few sporadic gunshots could be heard in the distance. The entire building was pitch black, and I was the only one left. I couldn't help but think of my poor teacher, Fang Wenling.

When I got home, I found my mother lying on my bed, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Mom, I'm back. Don't worry," I said, leaning down. In the still night, my mother's face was serene, and two clear tear tracks ran down her smooth, delicate cheeks. I knew she had been crying for a long time.

For a long time, she remained motionless. I called softly, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I'll go get you some medicine." Just as I was about to turn around, a soft, warm little hand gripped mine tightly. This warmth had made my blood boil and overwhelm me on countless days.

"Xiaoyong, why have you been so distant with me these days? It's my fault, but please don't ignore me." A glistening tear welled up in my eye, and my mother's expression was filled with sorrow, which pained my heart.

"Mom, it's my fault. I made you angry. Please don't mind." I hugged her soft body tightly. The fragrance of my mother's body was so familiar, sweet and pure. I felt as if I had been transported back to the time when I was breastfeeding her.

I buried my head between my mother's soft breasts, overwhelmed with filial piety, and cried out, "Mom!"

My mother immediately hugged me tightly, kissing my thick hair. "Xiao Yong, my Xiao Yong, my good child."

I looked up and saw my mother weeping uncontrollably. I wiped her tears with my sleeve. "Mom, go to sleep, it's very late." My mother was about to get up when I pressed her down. "Mom, sleep here. You and your son can sleep together tonight, okay?"

"How can I? I'd rather go back to my room." I ignored her, pulled her down onto the bed, and to my surprise, my mother didn't struggle anymore. She complied and lay down beside me.

In the darkness, my mother and I embraced, each hearing the pounding of our hearts and the heavy breathing of our bodies. We lay there quietly, without any movement or word. I had never felt so good. Gradually, my eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.

Several days later, seeing that the news of Hou Yong and the others' deaths hadn't aroused any suspicion, I opened the door and went out to chat with my "Free and Unfettered Faction" subordinates. This was a group I had privately organized, with myself as its leader.

You must understand that at that time, the public security, procuratorate, and judiciary were practically paralyzed. The entire country was engulfed in a sea of red; who cared about who lived or died? They were just more guilty about what they had done. I always listen carefully, and finally I overheard someone discussing it: "I heard Hou Yong died in the 321 armed conflict. Sigh, that's terrifying."

The speaker was Hong Yuling, my younger brother. He used to be bullied a lot, and I often helped him, so he called me his older brother. He was also unaffiliated with any faction, specializing in foreign languages, and was fluent in English, Russian, German, and Japanese—a linguistic prodigy,

you could say. "Yes, what's strange is that they don't have any gunshot wounds. Isn't that odd?" The person who answered was thin and of average appearance. He was my woman, Ren Haiyan. Her parents were capitalist roaders, which implicated their children.

"Don't talk about politics. You're playing with fire," I interrupted their conversation, warning and intimidating them at the same time.

Ren Haiyan's eyes were brimming with tears of grievance. "We're all family here, I was just saying, brother, how about we go to Chunmeize to catch water snakes?" Upon hearing the mention of catching water snakes, I couldn't help but stare lustfully at her ample breasts, imagining her smooth, white thighs.

She was startled by my lustful gaze and quickly turned away, not daring to look at me. Years ago, she had lost her virginity to me when we went to Chunmeize to catch water snakes. It might not seem like a big deal to me, but for her, it was an unforgettable memory.

"Okay, let's go to Chunmeize."

This place is where the Chunjiang and Meihe rivers meet; it's actually a vast marshland, overgrown with reeds.

The reed thicket was a world of wild ducks, and occasionally a few red-crowned swans could be seen. The ducks and swans lived in harmony, respecting each other and diligently raising their young deep in the forest.

As usual, we crawled into the dilapidated kiln. The desolate and gloomy place, overgrown with weeds, seemed to come alive with our presence.

Knowing we were coming to Chunmeize, Hong Yuling, that sensible boy, didn't come along. When Ren Haiyan saw the tattered straw mat lying on the ground, her face flushed crimson; it still bore the stain of her first blood.

I leered at her, longing to drown in her fragrant flesh, yearning to hear her pitiful cries as I pleasured her. I knew that today I was a beast filled with insatiable hunger!

I removed her last bra. Although her family was poor, she still retained all the characteristics of a young girl: her skin was fair with a rosy glow, her full breasts stood high, and her pink, hard nipples stirred with youthful passion.

"Ren Haiyan, do you know your crime?" I played the role of judge, spreading my strong legs to reveal my proud manhood.

"Haiyan knows her crime, please, judge, spare me." As always, she knelt before me, kneading my steel spear with her soft little hands, turning it, and then lowering her head to lick the engorged glans meticulously.

My body trembled as if electrocuted. Excitedly, I pressed her head down, plunging my spear into her throat.

My member was so long and thick that it filled her small mouth completely, choking her until tears streamed down her face.

Once she caught her breath, she focused intently on playing her role, gently sucking and caressing my erect penis, all the while throwing me seductive glances.

"Alright, sinner, lie down," I commanded, withdrawing my now enormous penis. Then I grabbed one of her white, tender thighs, spreading her legs apart and placing one on my elbow. With a forceful thrust, I forced her entire body open.

She screamed in pain, a scream tinged with agony, satisfaction, and ecstasy. I withdrew again, then thrust harder, penetrating her core. "Ah!" This time, her cry lacked pain, replaced by a more wanton

quality. I began to pump slowly, savoring the pleasure of each thrust, until she released her vaginal fluids. Even then, I remained erect, eager to advance further.

"No, my judge, please spare me, I can't take it anymore..." she cried, her voice trembling with shyness as she met my rhythm. I knew she was physically weak, "Just bear with it a little longer." Like a warrior charging into battle, I launched wave after wave of fierce attacks against a fortified castle.

This is what Zeng Lina told me later.

"Sister, I dreamt of him again." Zeng Liyuan's resentful gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space, searching for her prince charming.

"He just stood there in front of me casually, looking lazy and a little arrogant," she murmured to her cousin, pouring out her longing. Zeng Lina, who had been lying beneath me, moaning and groaning, had said that it was around that time that she became interested in me.

"I waited for him every day, but he never came to see me again. I think I must have made him angry, sister, I regret it so much!" She twisted her slender, nimble fingers in regret.

Unrequited love is a deadly poison, incurable, even searching through the entire Compendium of Materia Medica would be of no use.

"So you came to my house to find me, and even went to the registrar's office to secretly check my information." I stroked her labia, her tight vulva covered with sparse, dark pubic hair.

"Yes, and I even found my ideal David." Her full, magnetic lips gently bit my nipple. She had been looking for a model for herself; she wanted to paint an Eastern "David," and my sculpted, strong muscles were enough to make her lose her composure.

"Why don't you go see her? After all, you two are a good match in terms of age." There was a hint of jealousy in her words. The spot where my fingertips touched was smooth and warm, clearly indicating that she was already passionate and moved.

The tender leaves of the newly sprouted trees on campus trembled gently in the breeze, everything was intoxicating, and the scent of rose perfume on Zeng Lina stimulated my poor olfactory nerves. I couldn't help but sneeze. Lying on her back on the grass, she was young and voluptuous, her vulva alluringly moist. The tuft of pubic hair was already stuck together with the semen that had flowed out. I continued to rub her slender slit with my fingers, and her body twisted unnaturally, swaying up and down in rhythm with me.

I gripped my hardened penis and rubbed it against her vulva, completely ignoring her unbearable itching. She excitedly parted her legs, guiding me to thrust inside, instantly filling her completely. She cried out excitedly, her hips swaying upwards in rhythm with my thrusts, her whole body trembling, her large breasts bobbing in front of her chest, tempting me to lean down and suckle them from time to time.

With hundreds of thrusts of varying pressure, I felt my semen gather at the base of my penis. I cried out and ejaculated. Immediately, her body warmed, and she cried out in excitement, her body going limp, clinging to me, feigning innocence, not wanting to get up.

That day, I was about to leave when, unexpectedly, a pretty girl with two braids was about to knock when she saw me and paused for a moment.

"Who are you looking for?" I asked, then slapped my forehead. "Oh right, you're Teacher Zeng."

Zeng Lina was considered the school beauty of our school. I heard that when she was assigned here, it caused a sensation in our small town, with everyone rushing to catch a glimpse of her stunning beauty.

I was a little skeptical. As the saying goes, seeing is believing. The Zeng Lina I saw had slightly high cheekbones; she would have been even better if she were a little thinner. Of course, even so, she was still a rare beauty here.

"You must be Li Siyong, right? My name is Zeng Lina, and I'm Zeng Liyuan's older sister." Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she carefully examined me.

"Yes, that's me. Hello, would you like to come in and have a seat? But my home is quite simple." While my home's furnishings were simple and modest, they weren't crude at all; in fact, they were quite neat and elegant, thanks to my mother's cleverness and hard work.

Zeng Lina exclaimed in admiration as soon as she entered, but she was immediately drawn to a traditional Chinese painting hanging on the dining table.

"This is 'Spring River Warming,' an original," she concluded after examining it carefully.

"Of course, my father was a friend of Guan Shanyue, 'The ducks are the first to know when the spring river warms.'" The fair skin on the back of her neck and the jasmine scent emanating from her body truly aroused my lust, especially since I had just eaten the deer antler and lamb kidney stew my mother had prepared for me, which made me feel even more feverish.

"You're quite talented, but I prefer oil painting."

"I know you specialize in oil painting and have even held an exhibition." I also knew she studied under the famous oil painter Zhong Han, though I'd only heard this from her admirers.

"I like Renoir's works; they have an elegant, natural beauty, and the charming, smiling women he paints." I knew that to get her attention, I needed to resonate with her.

"Oh, I heard from my sister that you studied music. How come you're interested in art too?"

"Anything beautiful is universal. I like beautiful rhythms, and I also like beautiful colors and lines; these aren't contradictory." I deliberately showed off my knowledge, even though I only had a superficial understanding of some things.

"I never imagined someone so young could be so knowledgeable, truly remarkable." Sure enough, she fell for my trick; I saw the joy in her eyes.

I saw her melancholy gaze piercing the hazy night as she approached me. Although the orange light was filtered through a thin veil, I could still strongly feel her deep affection and sorrow permeating the small room.

She looked haggard; it was clear she hadn't been doing well these past few days.

I gently touched her thin face; its former rosy hue had been replaced by pallor. "My dear sister, I've come to see you." Although she was a year older than me, before her, I was a mountain, an ocean, capable of covering her, of encompassing her.

A tear welled up in her eye, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of pity, even though I didn't love her.

"I've been thinking about you, thinking you'd come to me, but... but... I can't wait. I know you're angry with me. I want to apologize, but..." Her voice choked with sobs. I had seen this kind of heart-wrenching longing and love on my mother's face before, three years ago when my father was seriously ill and nearly died. The serene and sorrowful beauty of my mother as she faced death at her bedside is still deeply etched in the deepest part of my soul.

"Alright, you should rest quietly now. I want to talk to you about Beethoven, Mozart, and Chopin after you've recovered. I'll play you Waltz No. 7, okay?"

I comforted the poor little girl. In these chaotic times, I inevitably wanted to play the role of a hero, although I've never been interested in historical missions or a sense of justice.

"To be charming without being vulgar" is my motto.

I gently kissed her small nose. Her slightly upturned cherry lips, already flushed with color from my arrival, gradually turned pink. I leaned down and took a deep breath. She let out a soft moan and fainted from the excitement.

My mother possessed an innate beauty, captivating and alluring. My father once wrote on a portrait of her: "More persuasive than flowers, more fragrant than jade."

I especially loved seeing her sitting quietly in the attic playing the violin under the alluring moonlight; that nobility, that elegance, once made my blood boil and my spirits soar.

So when I saw my mother writhing and moaning beneath Hang Tianfang again, I felt a powerful urge, my blood burning in my veins. Such a beautiful body shouldn't be violated by anyone; it should belong only to me! With tears in my eyes, I leaned against the window, quietly watching my mother writhe like a snake.

When my mother returned home, she found me sitting on the floor, my face cold, with a samurai sword beside me that my father had taken from the Japanese.

"Xiaoyong, what are you doing? Are you trying to scare your mother?" I looked into her beautiful eyes, then down to her slightly parted cherry lips beneath her high, straight nose. Perhaps because we had just made love, my mother exuded an indescribable charm.

I said, "I saw everything, Mom. How can you do this to my father, who was wrongfully imprisoned, and to your son who loves you so much?"

My mother's face immediately flushed red, and she took a few steps back, whispering, "Don't tell your father, he has a heart condition." Her beautiful eyes looked at me with teary eyes.

I said coldly, "I can't say anything about what you've done."

My mother blushed with shame, buried her face in her hands, and burst into tears. "I had no choice, Xiaoyong. That scoundrel... if I hadn't done this, your father would have been in even worse shape. I... I..."

My heart softened, and I quickly hugged my mother, saying, "Mom, forgive me. I shouldn't have treated you like this. You've suffered so much too."

My mother hugged me tightly, saying, "Child, we've had a hard life, born into this cruel era. Don't look down on me, don't ignore me." Her voice, always gentle, held an alluring charm at this moment.

My heart skipped a beat, and with a sudden pull, I lifted my mother onto my knees. She looked at me reproachfully and said, "What's this? Put me down."

My eyes lit up as I stared at her face, buried my head, and kissed her warm lips. She struggled, but it was clear she wasn't trying very hard.

My right hand slipped inside my mother's bra. Her breasts, hardened with excitement, were even more erect. I pulled off her bra and slid my hand down her body. Her disheveled vulva was already dripping with lustful fluids. Overwhelmed with excitement, I stood up and unzipped my pants. My mother saw my erect penis swaying in front of her and cried out, "Xiaofeng, we can't do this! I'm your mother!"

At that moment, I had no concept of morality; the scene I had just witnessed was replaying in my mind. I pounced on her. My mother convulsed beneath me and cried. With each of my frenzied thrusts, she let out moans. Although she tried to suppress them, the soft groans between her breaths were even more captivating.

I repeatedly penetrated my mother's vagina from different positions. She immediately felt a burning sensation in her lower body and tightly embraced me before fainting. Exhausted, I also fell asleep on top of her.

The next morning, I woke to find my mother still as usual, having prepared breakfast and waiting for me to get up. Lying in bed, watching my mother's beautiful face as she busied herself, I secretly vowed: I must make my mother happy in this life… and never let anyone bully her again.

I took the food basket from my mother's hands, not wanting her to fall into the tiger's den again. As soon as I entered, Hang Tian couldn't help but ask why my mother wasn't there. I lied and said she had gone home, so I was taking her place, but I knew the truth would eventually come out. That beast would find out sooner or later. I needed to prepare what to do when I got home.

As soon as I got home, I couldn't resist picking up my mother and throwing her onto the bed. She was as soft and yielding as cotton beneath me. We reached our climax again and again, lost in this intoxicating pleasure.

In the quiet of the night, I suddenly heard a knock at the door. My mother asked from inside, "Who is it? In the middle of the night."

The knocking was still urgent. My mother threw on some clothes and went to open the door. Looking closely, she saw it was Hang Tianfang.

She quickly invited him in; she didn't want to offend him, after all, my father was still under his control.

Hang Tianfang's eyes lit up when he saw my mother, and his dirty hands reached out to grope her body. My mother tried to dodge, but this only fueled the shameless beast's lust. He hoisted her onto his back, yanked down her pants, revealing her smooth buttocks. Hang Tianfang then pulled out his large member and thrust it into her.

I silently slipped off my bed, grabbed a carrying pole from behind the door, and quietly stood behind Hang Tianfang. My mother, lying beneath him, could clearly see me. She had her legs tightly clamped around Hang Tianfang's body. I swung the carrying pole in a circle through the air and slammed it hard into the back of Hang Tianfang's head.

Even years later, I can still vividly recall this detail: Hang Tianfang's brains splattered, and he died instantly.

Years later, I've always wondered, was living in that distorted era a blessing or a curse?

I stood there, stunned, for a long time. My mother, her graceful figure trembling, looked at me helplessly. The bloody scene and my naked mother strangely stimulated my senses.

I calmly held my mother's cold hand in comfort.

"Mom, chop him up and feed him to the dogs." I drew my gleaming samurai sword, breathed on it, flicked it with my finger, and then swung it a few times in the air.

My mother, terrified, closed her beautiful, expectant eyes, unable to bear watching my skillful, almost surgical, movements. In an instant, Hang Tianfang was divided into five parts: the bloody head, the hands, the feet, and the body in half for easier packaging.

After finishing, I let out a long sigh. "Finally chopped up. This guy's bones are pretty hard. Mom, you can open your eyes now. From now on, no one can bully you anymore."

My mother slightly opened her eyes, seeing five bulging sacks that looked quite heavy. Blood was everywhere, and the house reeked of blood. My mother wasn't afraid; she was used to seeing my father covered in blood, her fear gradually turning to a mild fear, and eventually to numbness.

"Mom, you rush through the house. I'll handle this," I said, loading the sacks onto the wheelbarrow, our usual mode of transport, capable of carrying hundreds of pounds by myself. By the time we finished, dawn was breaking.

Why did we ultimately leave this small place where we had lived for nearly twenty years? I think there are three reasons. Shortly after we killed Hang Tianfang, my father finally left this world, filled with unanswered questions. His file was stamped with a large red seal, the conclusion being "severing himself from the Party and the people." My mother didn't want to live in that heartbreaking place anymore.

Most importantly, she later discovered she was pregnant with my child.

So I took her on the eastward-bound train, regardless of where it rumbled towards; I knew that in the vast road ahead, there would be a place for me.

Farewell to all the women who once loved me, to those bygone years, and to all the mountains and rivers we once traversed!

This was an era that drove the Chinese people mad, an era out of control. The *filtering of sensitive information* in mainland China was in full swing.

My small city was making a painful break with its old civilization.

Every street, every shop, every building had changed its appearance. Countless slogans, in all their vibrant colors, were written on the streets and walls. Newly built buildings displayed large characters for "loyalty" in red brick.

Thousands of years of civilization had been relegated to the scrap yard. Qu Yuan and Li Bai, in a blazing fire, turned to ashes, completing their new romantic masterpieces. Amidst mountains of records, Beethoven, Mozart, Mei Lanfang, and Cheng Yanqiu were gathered together, smashed to pieces with pickaxes, the cracking sounds causing me, amidst the chaos, immense heartache.

As a revolutionary youth, I shouted with sincere revolutionary aspirations and plunged into the torrent of this era.

In just one year, I experienced a dizzying array of events. From school to society, all sorts of people revealed their true colors, and the changes were dazzling. In a single day, truth could become falsehood, and heroes could become villains. The bewilderment that followed the excitement left my young self utterly bewildered.

"Li Siyong, you black bastard, our red collective doesn't want you!" With those words, I was kicked out of the Artillery Headquarters, a place I had once been incredibly proud of. Although I was skilled in both academics and military affairs, and had once been sought after by both the 729 Headquarters and the Artillery Headquarters, because of my father's criminal background, I was now a black bastard, a far cry from my former high spirits.

My father, Li Pengju, was an underground worker before liberation, engaged in espionage for a long time, directly under the command of General Li Kenong of the Special Higher Police. After liberation, he was a high-ranking police officer in the Shaanxi Provincial Public Security Bureau. My mother joined the Communist Party after the liberation; she was a violinist at the provincial opera troupe.

In that crazy era, they were naturally targets of serious concern from the rebels. As a result, my father was imprisoned again, only this time in the prison of his most beloved Communist Party. My mother was ordered to sever ties with him, but she deeply loved my father and continued to fight against them.

Because of my family's martial arts tradition, I practiced martial arts from a young age. My father passed down his authentic Southern Five Ancestors Fist to me, which made me physically strong. My muscular physique once made the girls at school scream. It is said that sons look more like their mothers, and this is certainly true for me. I inherited my mother's beautiful appearance without reservation, and coupled with my extraordinary aptitude for music, my mother's violin often produces the most beautiful melodies in my hands.

"Hmm, Siyong, you're so bad! Ah... it hurts..." Zeng Lina's left leg was raised high and pressed against the wall by me, her lower body enduring my surging thrusts. I ignored her feelings; the key was that I was in a bad mood today, a strange annoyance that turned my usual tenderness into a kind of brutality.

I thrust in and out almost frantically hundreds of times, each time reaching the deepest part of her vagina, caring nothing for any shallow or deep techniques.

Lina's face contorted in pain, her small mouth biting her cherry lips as if she were about to draw blood. I could deeply feel the surging passion within her; her painful yet joyful moans and heavy breathing echoed throughout the empty classroom.

I've never liked to make a scene when we have sex; I always release my primal energy quietly. So when she couldn't take it anymore and begged me to let her lie down, I chuckled lewdly, pulled out my engorged penis, and watched her collapse listlessly onto the cold floor, her vaginal fluids flowing like a fountain.

I squatted down and slapped her face hard with my penis, asking, "Want some more? I'm not done yet."

I could tell she both loved and feared me; her phoenix eyes were full of joy and shyness, her nostrils flared, and the words coming from her lips were incoherent, just mumbling as she stared at me blankly.

"Hey, get up, I'm going home, my mom's waiting for me to eat." I climbed naked off Zeng Lina's fair body. Zeng Lina was an art teacher at Nanhai No. 1 Middle School, but she hadn't taught me; she was eight years older than me.

I met her not because we were in the same school, but because of her younger sister, Zeng Liyuan, or rather, she actively seduced me. I don't want to go into details here, after all, matters between men and women are often more felt than explained. It was just that she was captivated by me the moment she saw me, and out of absolute vanity and pure lust, I slept with her.

At that time, the school was no longer holding regular classes. Several panels of the school gate were missing, and large slogans and comics were haphazardly written on the corridor walls.

I remember it was my turn to be on duty that day. By the time I finished, the moon was already high in the sky.

The moonlight outside the classroom was like water, and the two rows of tall white poplars rustled. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a violin. It seemed to come from beyond the heavens, light and distant. If I didn't know that my mother was at home brewing medicine for my father, I would have thought it was my mother playing.

After a while, it drifted closer, carrying a thousand tender feelings, just like a pair of lovers whispering sweet nothings under the window. I walked towards the sound of the violin. It was Mozart's violin piece—"Adagio in E major".

To be honest, hearing such a piece of music in this era was quite surprising.

The music was so out of sync with everything around it!

Keep in mind, this was a time of great chaos, 1967, when the *censorship of sensitive information* was in full swing, a time of great upheaval and turmoil. At that time, the land of China was filled with the sounds of armed conflict.

This music was like heavenly music, flowing towards me through the dark corridor. At the end of the corridor, a door was ajar, letting in a sliver of light on the floor. I gently opened the door.

A young girl was playing the violin. She stood by the window, her back to the door, unaware of my footsteps or the door opening.

Only the music echoed in the empty classroom.

Under the fluorescent lights, she wore a white short-sleeved shirt and a slightly worn blue skirt that reached her knees.

She was barefoot, wearing light green flip-flops. Her hair, loosely tied back as if freshly washed, was held in place by a red ribbon. She tilted her head slightly, holding the violin between her fingers, revealing her long, fair neck.

Her arm, poised to draw the bow, swayed up and down.

I watched her silently; this beautiful music was being played by such a young girl, and in this year of "Red Terror"! The music gradually faded, finally returning to silence.

"That's forbidden, young lady." The girl turned around, showing no fear whatsoever. Her beautiful eyes sparkled. "Who are you?" Her voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing. "What do you know? What piece is this?" Her words carried a hint of contempt and sarcasm.

"Mozart's Adagio in E major, that's right. You play it very well. Who taught you?" I deliberately looked at her with an air of superiority. I hadn't seen this girl before; she probably wasn't from our school.

She glanced at me in surprise. In our ordinary middle school, it was rare to hear someone recognize such an elegant violin piece.

"Can you play? My mom taught me."

"My mom taught me too. We can't be from the same family, can we?"

I teased, taking the violin from her. Perhaps my proper playing posture intimidated her, as she ignored my flirtatious manner. Hearing my passionate and unrestrained music, she exclaimed, "Salasatti's 'Zigeunerweisen'! You're not a student here."

"Yes, I am. I'm a second-year high school student. My name is Li Siyong. What's yours?" I returned the violin to her while my eyes roamed over her innocent beauty.

"My name is Zeng Liyuan. I never expected..." I knew she was surprised that such a talented person existed in a poor, remote middle school. I smiled slightly and stepped out the door. A refreshing breeze blew into my open coat, bringing a slight chill, but I didn't notice a pair of bright eyes staring intently at me from behind.

"Why are you back so late? The food's cold. Let me heat it up." My mother always waited for me to come home so we could eat together.

"Mom, I'll heat it up." I insisted on doing it with my mother. I knew how hard my mother had worked these past few years, how much pain she endured, how she would secretly cry in the dark of night, yet greet her son with a smile the next day.

My mother smiled slightly. "You should just sit and wait patiently. Don't make things worse." Although I was quite skilled in cooking, I was no match for my mother.

My mother's smile was like an angel's. I stared blankly at her slender figure. My busy mother possessed a different kind of beauty; every gesture exuded a natural charm. I pinched my thigh hard, a wicked thought creeping onto my loving mother—what a sin!

I felt as if all of China had gone mad. No one questioned this revolutionary movement. As a participant, I experienced firsthand a movement that completely transformed me—

the campaign to overthrow "monsters and demons.

" The slogan "Carry out the *filtering of sensitive proletarian information* to the end!" echoed throughout the square, which was more like ruins than a square.

Dozens of "monsters and demons," including the school's Party Secretary and Principal, were brought here to be tortured.

A uniform line of rubber whips lashed mercilessly at these former teachers, who had once been role models. There were no screams, only groans, for any cry would only bring double the punishment. Some coughed up blood, others collapsed to the ground.

I saw it—I saw my beloved English teacher, Fang Wenling, kneeling with her hands bound behind her back, enduring the beating.

She could no longer bear it; her body lurched forward, her shaved head slamming against a broken wall with a horrifying thud. I couldn't watch any longer; my whole body trembled, an indescribable pain washing over me.

The horrific scene of the beating haunted me for years to come. Perhaps it was from that moment that my worldview and values underwent a tremendous transformation, profoundly influencing my future path.

The warehouse, originally used for storing sports equipment, had been divided into several rooms. I knew those female "monsters and demons" were locked on the right. I had scouted the area during the day, but under the moonlight, I couldn't see her. Impossible; I had seen her locked up here during the day.

Turning my head, I saw light emanating from a small hut fifty meters away, and faint voices could be heard. I quietly ran to the hut and peered through a small hole. Teacher Fang was completely naked, her hands tied to the roof beam, her prominent pubic hair drooping—she was clearly unconscious.

"Damn it, this counter-revolutionary is faking death! Wake her up!" With a shout, a bucket of cold water was poured over her head. She groaned and opened her tired, lifeless eyes, staring blankly at the people before lowering her head again.

A short man dressed in Red Guard uniform walked up to her and lewdly kneaded her sagging breasts. I recognized this guy; his name was Hou Yong. He was always a troublemaker at school, disliked studying, and was always causing trouble. If it weren't for this movement, he would have been expelled long ago.

"Fang Wenling, you anti-Party element, why don't you bow your head and confess your crimes? Honestly tell me who your accomplices are."

Hou Yong deliberately ran his hand along the whip marks, causing Teacher Fang to tremble uncontrollably. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she spat a mouthful of saliva onto Hou Yong's face.

Hou Yong laughed loudly, shamelessly sticking out his tongue and licking it. "I'm telling you, my dear Teacher Fang, you slut, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time." His hand kept rubbing Teacher Fang's vulva. "Do you remember that night when someone was watching you take a bath outside your window? That was me, Hou Yong." After saying that, he chuckled wickedly, took off his pants, revealing his half-dead penis.

His accomplices all lewdly stepped forward and untied the ropes. Teacher Fang immediately collapsed to the ground, she was too exhausted. As she fell, her lower body was directly facing me, and I could clearly see her dark pubic hair matted together, a narrow slit filled with moisture.

Then, I saw Hou Yong, half-kneeling, forcefully thrust his already erect penis into Teacher Fang's vagina, moaning softly, clearly very excited. I saw his thick waist swaying continuously, his heavy breathing and panting mixed with beast-like cries. I was consumed by rage, my fists clenched so tightly I could clearly hear my bones cracking.

The loss of humanity, the rampant evil—this is a regression of an era. Through my tear-blurred vision, I saw those beasts taking turns raping their former teacher!

My mother, as usual, brought food from home to visit my father, but this time was different. The person guarding him wasn't the same as before; it was one of my father's former subordinates, named Hang Tianfang. My father had originally intended to promote him, but he was later demoted to prison guard for having illicit affairs, and he harbored deep resentment towards my father.

"Comrade Tianfang, you're on duty today?" my mother said with a forced smile.

"Hehe, sister-in-law, you've brought me food. There are regulations now; prisoners' families can't visit them freely." Hang Tianfang, with a toothpick dangling from his uneven teeth, leered at my mother.

"Ah, Comrade Tianfang, please make an exception. Let me see Old Li today. I'll definitely ask permission another day," my mother pleaded, her pretty face full of entreaty.

Hang Tianfang pulled my mother's hand, saying, "Sister-in-law, come in first. It's windy outside; don't catch a chill." His lecherous hands caressed my mother's delicate hands, his eyes burning with lust.

My mother blushed, placing the basket on the table. Seeing that only the two of them were in the room, she felt a little timid.

"To be honest with you, Old Li is under my control now. I can do whatever I want with him, sister-in-law, what do you say?" Hang Tianfang threatened his mother. "If you behave well, it will benefit Old Li too."

His mother remained silent for a long time, then looked up at him and said, "Then what do you want me to do to get me to go in and visit Old Li?"

Hang Tianfang leered as he walked towards his mother, reaching out to touch her face and saying, "After all these years, you haven't aged a bit. I wanted to sleep with you the first time I saw you in your house, but it's not too late now." With that, he suddenly threw his mother onto the bench, grabbed her bra, sniffed it deeply, and then threw it on the ground.

His mother tightly closed her beautiful eyes. Feeling her pants being pulled down, a pair of hands wandered around the edge of her pubic area, gently stroking her pubic hair. Suddenly, a finger slipped inside, and my mother felt a tingling sensation, letting out a groan.

Hang Tianfang chuckled, "You slut, so you're a whore after all. You always act so pure and innocent; I thought you were frigid." With that, he pulled down his pants, took out his battle-hardened penis, and thrust it hard into my mother's vagina. She let out a painful and helpless cry.

I slipped away and went home. Seeing no one at home, I knew my mother must have gone to deliver food again. I waited and waited, but my mother didn't return.

So, I decided to go and get her. When I arrived at the detention center, there was no one at the door, so I went straight in.

I peeked into a slightly lit room and saw my mother writhing and moaning beneath Hang Tianfang, her slender legs draped over his shoulders, the chair creaking under her.

After a while, Hang Tianfang picked my mother up, told her to put her hands on the table, and thrust into her from behind. My mother's breasts swayed violently with each thrust, and a trickle of fluid flowed down her beautiful legs. Suddenly, Hang Tianfang cried out, "Ah, I'm coming! I'm coming!" and collapsed onto my mother, motionless.

His mother quickly rolled him off her, and Hang Tianfang said weakly, "Take the key yourself. I'm exhausted from being with you, you slut. I need to rest." His mother hurriedly put on her clothes and took the key from his waist. I stood coldly at the window, filled with boundless anger.

In a daze, I looked around. The night wind howled in the quiet night, swirling fallen banners into the sky. My heart seemed to rise and fall with it. In a daze, I arrived at my school.

"You've finally come. I've been waiting for you all these days, you know that?" The voice was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was. In the hazy night, the person standing quietly under the sycamore tree was clearly a woman.

I gave her a cold look. "I don't know you. Who are you?" I now have a strange hostility towards all women.

"I'm Zeng Liyuan, don't you remember? 'Adagio in E Major'." Her voice sounded a little sad.

I walked closer and looked at her more closely. Hmm, so it was the girl who played the violin in the classroom that night. Was her name Zeng Liyuan?

"Oh, it's you. Why are you standing here so late?" I was a little surprised. I hadn't looked closely that night, but she was quite pretty, with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and a high nose. Perhaps because she was breathing heavily, her high breasts immediately caught my attention.

"I...I...I was waiting for you. Have you forgotten me?" Her words contained a lingering sorrow, light and delicate, quite beautiful.

My heart skipped a beat. In the hazy night, her fragrance was intoxicating, uniquely beautiful, like a fairy quietly standing alone in the Moon Palace. But then I remembered my mother's wanton manner, and a fire ignited within me. I felt all women were the same, fickle and promiscuous. I smiled slightly, gently lifting her slightly pointed chin. Her small mouth pouted, her eyes filled with shyness and joy. It seemed this little girl had fallen for me.

"Little sister, how old are you?" I gently put my arm around her slender waist, her waist graceful and warm to the touch. She lowered her head shyly, revealing the smooth, white skin of her neck. "I...I'm nineteen. And you?"

"Ah...then you're older than me, I'm eighteen." I've always been mature beyond my years, looking older than my actual age, and with my imposing physique, many people think I'm in my twenties.

She hummed in agreement, still keeping her head down. The fragrance of the young girl filled my heart, and I couldn't suppress my surging emotions. I picked her up and carried her into the shadows. The scene I had just witnessed, coupled with the girl's delicate beauty, had aroused my lust to the point of losing my senses.

"No, don't do this..." The girl in my arms struggled slightly, her weak hands gently pushing away, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy. My left hand was around her waist, while my right hand had already slipped under her skirt. Her lower body was warm and quite fleshy. I ignored her, buried my head, and deeply sucked on her two red lips. They were soft and sweet, with a fresh scent like the first stirrings of early spring, unlike the wanton sluts I had slept with before.

Her eyes were tightly closed, not daring to look at me, softly letting me kiss her deeply. Her clumsy movements actually moved me somewhat; it was clearly her first kiss. Her teeth were clenched, but I forcefully pried open those two rows of pearly teeth and finally sucked on that fragrant lip. As I sucked, her delicate body trembled involuntarily.

I easily unhooked her bra. Her breasts were not large, but firm and well-proportioned, and two pairs of small buds trembled cutely before my eyes.

I gently licked her nipple with my tongue, and she tensed up instantly. Even though it was night, I could feel every pore on her body flaring. "Little darling, relax, let your brother take care of you." Although she was a year older than me, in my heart she felt like my little sister.

I kissed down her exquisite curves, her delicate body trembling slightly. I touched her navel with my tongue, and she let out a soft "Ah!" She hadn't expected me to kiss her there, and her legs stiffened. As I pulled down her skirt, I was somewhat dazed. What a breathtakingly pure place this was! Smooth and glistening, a few sparse pubic hairs draped over her vulva, making it look exceptionally elegant. I gently brushed aside her hand, which was instinctively covering her vulva, and moved closer to suckle her two glistening petals.

"No, no, Siyong, we can't do this." I hadn't expected her to suddenly resist, and caught off guard, I was pushed so hard I fell flat on my back.

I sprang to my feet with a "carp jump," angrily saying, "What are you doing? You don't have to hit me."

"I'm sorry, Siyong, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to." She hurriedly stepped forward to brush the dust off me.

"Go away, it's alright. Go back, I'm leaving too." I was furious; she had ruined the gentle atmosphere. I straightened my clothes and turned to leave.

"Then, are you coming tomorrow night? I... I, I'll wait for you here." Her voice was hesitant, tinged with shyness.

"I'm not coming anymore. What's the point of coming here? Bye-bye." I pinched her rosy cheek and turned to leave.

"Why aren't you coming anymore? I... I'll let you kiss me again, okay?" It seems this little girl doesn't understand anything.

I shook my head. "Forget it, let's just pretend we never met, it's nothing. Okay. I really have to go, goodbye."

"No, don't go. How about I come to your house tomorrow?" She almost pleaded, pulling my hand. "I just learned Paganini's Capriccio these past few days, do you want to hear it?"

"Sorry, my house is very poor, I can't entertain such a distinguished guest as you. What Capriccio? I don't want to hear it."

I was in a bad mood, and besides, I've always liked generous and cheerful girls. This girl's coyness wasn't to my taste, so I flatly refused her.

"Then, then come find me, okay? Siyong, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow."

I was a little curious. Right, she didn't seem to be from around here. "Where do you live? I've never seen you before."

"I live here, Room 302, Building 3."

"Oh, it's the teachers' building... Ah, Room 302, what's your relationship with Teacher Zeng?" I suddenly realized, their names were only one character different, they must be related.

Sure enough, I heard her say, "She's my cousin, she's an art teacher here."

"Okay, I'll definitely come when I have time." I replied, but I didn't really think so. This Zeng Lina was the only teacher in the whole school who hadn't been criticized, she seemed to be a very important person. This little girl was her sister, it was best not to mess with her.

A series of gunshots jolted me awake. I rushed to the rooftop and saw the Changfeng Hotel not far away engulfed in flames and bustling with noise.

I returned to the house and found my mother also awakened, wearing only a silk bra and looking terrified.

"Mom, don't be afraid, it's probably just another fight," I comforted her. Although we had been giving each other the cold shoulder for days since that day, she was still my mother, and I was the only man at home now.

Moonlight streamed through my broken window, bathing the floor in its glow. Even without a lamp, I could clearly see the two purplish-red cherries beneath my mother's bra. Her slightly fearful expression was pitiful and truly evoked pity.

I went up to her and hugged her. Her warm, soft body and the unique scent of my mother made me feel uneasy. "Mom, I'll go check on her. You go to sleep first."

"No, don't go. It's dangerous. Stay home with me." I always listened to my mother, but the thought of her lewd behavior that evening made me feel nauseous.

I pressed her down on the bed. "I'm going. Don't be afraid. I'm skilled in martial arts, aren't I?"

By the time I approached the Changfeng Hotel, the gunfire had subsided. I crept into the building by the moonlight and a few scattered lights. Several bloodied corpses lay on the ground.

"Damn it, the 729th Regiment's firepower is really fierce. We're all left." I immediately recognized Hou Yong's voice.

I peeked out and, lo and behold, it was indeed the same group that had humiliated Teacher Fang that night.

"Brother Hou, what do we do now?"

"Let's go check on that old bastard Ding Hao. His wife's pretty good, smells delicious." The group immediately grinned lewdly. Ding Hao was also from our middle school; he was a physics teacher.

Just then, my fist made a whistling sound as it struck Hou Yong's chest. I knew the consequences the moment it touched him. I heard the crisp crack of ribs breaking, and a surge of excitement rose within me.

Then, with the force of a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, I unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks. Before they could even scream, their eyes wide with disbelief as they stared at me, slowly collapsing to the ground. This was their last look at this world.

I crouched down to examine their bodies closely until I was certain they were all dead. I stood up with a sigh of relief, looked around, and saw a deathly silence. Only a few sporadic gunshots could be heard in the distance. The entire building was pitch black, and I was the only one left. I couldn't help but think of my poor teacher, Fang Wenling.

When I got home, I found my mother lying on my bed, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Mom, I'm back. Don't worry," I said, leaning down. In the still night, my mother's face was serene, and two clear tear tracks ran down her smooth, delicate cheeks. I knew she had been crying for a long time.

For a long time, she remained motionless. I called softly, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I'll go get you some medicine." Just as I was about to turn around, a soft, warm little hand gripped mine tightly. This warmth had made my blood boil and overwhelm me on countless days.

"Xiaoyong, why have you been so distant with me these days? It's my fault, but please don't ignore me." A glistening tear welled up in my eye, and my mother's expression was filled with sorrow, which pained my heart.

"Mom, it's my fault. I made you angry. Please don't mind." I hugged her soft body tightly. The fragrance of my mother's body was so familiar, sweet and pure. I felt as if I had been transported back to the time when I was breastfeeding her.

I buried my head between my mother's soft breasts, overwhelmed with filial piety, and cried out, "Mom!"

My mother immediately hugged me tightly, kissing my thick hair. "Xiao Yong, my Xiao Yong, my good child."

I looked up and saw my mother weeping uncontrollably. I wiped her tears with my sleeve. "Mom, go to sleep, it's very late." My mother was about to get up when I pressed her down. "Mom, sleep here. You and your son can sleep together tonight, okay?"

"How can I? I'd rather go back to my room." I ignored her, pulled her down onto the bed, and to my surprise, my mother didn't struggle anymore. She complied and lay down beside me.

In the darkness, my mother and I embraced, each hearing the pounding of our hearts and the heavy breathing of our bodies. We lay there quietly, without any movement or word. I had never felt so good. Gradually, my eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.

Several days later, seeing that the news of Hou Yong and the others' deaths hadn't aroused any suspicion, I opened the door and went out to chat with my "Free and Unfettered Faction" subordinates. This was a group I had privately organized, with myself as its leader.

You must understand that at that time, the public security, procuratorate, and judiciary were practically paralyzed. The entire country was engulfed in a sea of red; who cared about who lived or died? They were just more guilty about what they had done. I always listen carefully, and finally I overheard someone discussing it: "I heard Hou Yong died in the 321 armed conflict. Sigh, that's terrifying."

The speaker was Hong Yuling, my younger brother. He used to be bullied a lot, and I often helped him, so he called me his older brother. He was also unaffiliated with any faction, specializing in foreign languages, and was fluent in English, Russian, German, and Japanese—a linguistic prodigy,

you could say. "Yes, what's strange is that they don't have any gunshot wounds. Isn't that odd?" The person who answered was thin and of average appearance. He was my woman, Ren Haiyan. Her parents were capitalist roaders, which implicated their children.

"Don't talk about politics. You're playing with fire," I interrupted their conversation, warning and intimidating them at the same time.

Ren Haiyan's eyes were brimming with tears of grievance. "We're all family here, I was just saying, brother, how about we go to Chunmeize to catch water snakes?" Upon hearing the mention of catching water snakes, I couldn't help but stare lustfully at her ample breasts, imagining her smooth, white thighs.

She was startled by my lustful gaze and quickly turned away, not daring to look at me. Years ago, she had lost her virginity to me when we went to Chunmeize to catch water snakes. It might not seem like a big deal to me, but for her, it was an unforgettable memory.

"Okay, let's go to Chunmeize."

This place is where the Chunjiang and Meihe rivers meet; it's actually a vast marshland, overgrown with reeds.

The reed thicket was a world of wild ducks, and occasionally a few red-crowned swans could be seen. The ducks and swans lived in harmony, respecting each other and diligently raising their young deep in the forest.

As usual, we crawled into the dilapidated kiln. The desolate and gloomy place, overgrown with weeds, seemed to come alive with our presence.

Knowing we were coming to Chunmeize, Hong Yuling, that sensible boy, didn't come along. When Ren Haiyan saw the tattered straw mat lying on the ground, her face flushed crimson; it still bore the stain of her first blood.

I leered at her, longing to drown in her fragrant flesh, yearning to hear her pitiful cries as I pleasured her. I knew that today I was a beast filled with insatiable hunger!

I removed her last bra. Although her family was poor, she still retained all the characteristics of a young girl: her skin was fair with a rosy glow, her full breasts stood high, and her pink, hard nipples stirred with youthful passion.

"Ren Haiyan, do you know your crime?" I played the role of judge, spreading my strong legs to reveal my proud manhood.

"Haiyan knows her crime, please, judge, spare me." As always, she knelt before me, kneading my steel spear with her soft little hands, turning it, and then lowering her head to lick the engorged glans meticulously.

My body trembled as if electrocuted. Excitedly, I pressed her head down, plunging my spear into her throat.

My member was so long and thick that it filled her small mouth completely, choking her until tears streamed down her face.

Once she caught her breath, she focused intently on playing her role, gently sucking and caressing my erect penis, all the while throwing me seductive glances.

"Alright, sinner, lie down," I commanded, withdrawing my now enormous penis. Then I grabbed one of her white, tender thighs, spreading her legs apart and placing one on my elbow. With a forceful thrust, I forced her entire body open.

She screamed in pain, a scream tinged with agony, satisfaction, and ecstasy. I withdrew again, then thrust harder, penetrating her core. "Ah!" This time, her cry lacked pain, replaced by a more wanton

quality. I began to pump slowly, savoring the pleasure of each thrust, until she released her vaginal fluids. Even then, I remained erect, eager to advance further.

"No, my judge, please spare me, I can't take it anymore..." she cried, her voice trembling with shyness as she met my rhythm. I knew she was physically weak, "Just bear with it a little longer." Like a warrior charging into battle, I launched wave after wave of fierce attacks against a fortified castle.

This is what Zeng Lina told me later.

"Sister, I dreamt of him again." Zeng Liyuan's resentful gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space, searching for her prince charming.

"He just stood there in front of me casually, lazy and a little arrogant," she murmured to her cousin, pouring out her longing. Zeng Lina, who had been writhing and moaning beneath me, had said that it was then that she became interested in me.

"I waited for him every day, but he never came to see me again. I think I must have made him angry, sister, I regret it so much!" She twisted her slender, nimble fingers in regret.

Longing is a deadly poison, incurable, even searching through the entire Compendium of Materia Medica would be of no use.

"So you came to my house to find me, and even went to the registrar's office to secretly check my information." I stroked her labia, her tight vulva covered with sparse, dark pubic hair.

"Yes, and I've even found my ideal David." Her full, magnetic lips gently nibbled at my nipple. She had been looking for a model; she wanted to paint an Eastern "David," and my sculpted, strong muscles were enough to make her lose her composure.

"Why don't you go see her? After all, you two are a good match in age." There was a hint of jealousy in her voice. The spot where my fingertips touched was smooth and warm, clearly indicating that she was already passionate and tempted.

The newly sprouted leaves on the trees in the campus trembled gently in the breeze, everything was intoxicating, and the scent of rose perfume on Zeng Lina stimulated my poor olfactory nerves even more, I couldn't help but sneeze. Lying on her back on the grass, she was young and voluptuous, her vulva alluringly moist, the tuft of pubic hair already stuck together with her semen. I continued to rub her slender slit with my fingers, and her body twisted unnaturally, swaying up and down in rhythm with my movements.

I grasped my hard penis and rubbed it against her vulva, completely ignoring her unbearable itching, she excitedly parted her vulva, guiding me straight in, instantly filling her vulva completely. She cried out excitedly, her hips swaying upwards in rhythm with my thrusts, her whole body trembling, her large breasts bobbing in front of her chest, tempting me to lean down and suckle them from time to time.

With hundreds of thrusts of varying pressure, I felt my semen gather at the base of my penis, I shouted and ejaculated, and immediately her body felt a surge of heat, she cried out excitedly, her whole body went limp, she clung to me, feigning innocence, not wanting to get up.

That day I was about to leave, but when I opened the door, I saw a beautiful girl with two braids about to knock, but she paused when she saw me.

"Who are you looking for?" I blurted out, then slapped my forehead. "Oh right, you're Teacher Zeng."

Zeng Lina was considered the school beauty of our school. I heard that when she was assigned here, it caused a sensation in our small town, with everyone rushing to catch a glimpse of her stunning beauty.

I was a little skeptical. As the saying goes, seeing is believing. The Zeng Lina I saw had slightly high cheekbones; she would have been even better if she were a bit thinner. Of course, even so, she was still a rare beauty here.

"You must be Li Siyong, right? My name is Zeng Lina, and I'm Zeng Liyuan's older sister." Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she carefully examined me.

"Yes, that's me. Hello, would you like to come in and have a seat? But my home is quite simple." While my home's furnishings were simple and modest, they weren't crude at all; in fact, they were quite neat and elegant, thanks to my mother's cleverness and hard work.

Zeng Lina exclaimed in admiration as soon as she entered, but she was immediately drawn to a traditional Chinese painting hanging on the dining table.

"This is 'Spring River Warming,' an original," she concluded after examining it carefully.

"Of course, my father was a friend of Guan Shanyue, 'The ducks are the first to know when the spring river warms.'" The fair skin on the back of her neck and the jasmine scent emanating from her body truly aroused my lust, especially since I had just eaten the deer antler and lamb kidney stew my mother had prepared for me, which made me feel even more feverish.

"You're quite talented, but I prefer oil painting."

"I know you specialize in oil painting and have even held an exhibition." I also knew she studied under the famous oil painter Zhong Han, though I'd only heard this from her admirers.

"I like Renoir's works; they have an elegant, natural beauty, and the charming, smiling women he paints." I knew that to get her attention, I needed to resonate with her.

"Oh, I heard from my sister that you studied music. How come you're interested in art too?"

"Anything beautiful is universal. I like beautiful rhythms, and I also like beautiful colors and lines; these aren't contradictory." I deliberately showed off my knowledge, even though I only had a superficial understanding of some things.

"I never imagined someone so young could be so knowledgeable, truly remarkable." Sure enough, she fell for my trick; I saw the joy in her eyes.

I saw her melancholy gaze piercing the hazy night as she approached me. Although the orange light was filtered through a thin veil, I could still strongly feel her deep affection and sorrow permeating the small room.

She looked haggard; it was clear she hadn't been doing well these past few days.

I gently touched her thin face; its former rosy hue had been replaced by pallor. "My dear sister, I've come to see you." Although she was a year older than me, before her, I was a mountain, an ocean, capable of covering her, of encompassing her.

A tear welled up in her eye, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of pity, even though I didn't love her.

"I've been thinking about you, thinking you'd come to me, but... but... I can't wait. I know you're angry with me. I want to apologize, but..." Her voice choked with sobs. I had seen this kind of heart-wrenching longing and love on my mother's face before, three years ago when my father was seriously ill and nearly died. The serene and sorrowful beauty of my mother as she faced death at her bedside is still deeply etched in the deepest part of my soul.

"Alright, you should rest quietly now. I want to talk to you about Beethoven, Mozart, and Chopin after you've recovered. I'll play you Waltz No. 7, okay?"

I comforted the poor little girl. In these chaotic times, I inevitably wanted to play the role of a hero, although I've never been interested in historical missions or a sense of justice.

"To be charming without being vulgar" is my motto.

I gently kissed her small nose. Her slightly upturned cherry lips, already flushed with color from my arrival, gradually turned pink. I leaned down and took a deep breath. She let out a soft moan and fainted from the excitement.

My mother possessed an innate beauty, captivating and alluring. My father once wrote on a portrait of her: "More persuasive than flowers, more fragrant than jade."

I especially loved seeing her sitting quietly in the attic playing the violin under the alluring moonlight; that nobility, that elegance, once made my blood boil and my spirits soar.

So when I saw my mother writhing and moaning beneath Hang Tianfang again, I felt a powerful urge, my blood burning in my veins. Such a beautiful body shouldn't be violated by anyone; it should belong only to me! With tears in my eyes, I leaned against the window, quietly watching my mother writhe like a snake.

When my mother returned home, she found me sitting on the floor, my face cold, with a samurai sword beside me that my father had taken from the Japanese.

"Xiaoyong, what are you doing? Are you trying to scare your mother?" I looked into her beautiful eyes, then down to her slightly parted cherry lips beneath her high, straight nose. Perhaps because we had just made love, my mother exuded an indescribable charm.

I said, "I saw everything, Mom. How can you do this to my father, who was wrongfully imprisoned, and to your son who loves you so much?"

My mother's face immediately flushed red, and she took a few steps back, whispering, "Don't tell your father, he has a heart condition." Her beautiful eyes looked at me with teary eyes.

I said coldly, "I can't say anything about what you've done."

My mother blushed with shame, buried her face in her hands, and burst into tears. "I had no choice, Xiaoyong. That scoundrel... if I hadn't done this, your father would have been in even worse shape. I... I..."

My heart softened, and I quickly hugged my mother, saying, "Mom, forgive me. I shouldn't have treated you like this. You've suffered so much too."

My mother hugged me even tighter: "Child, we have a hard life, born into this cruel era. Don't look down on your mother, don't ignore her." My mother's voice was always gentle, but at this moment it had an even more alluring charm.

My heart skipped a beat, and with a sudden pull, I lifted my mother onto my knees. She looked at me reproachfully and said, "What's this? Put me down."

My eyes lit up as I stared straight at her face, then buried my head in her warm lips and kissed her. She struggled, but it was clear she wasn't trying very hard.

My right hand slipped inside my mother's bra. Her breasts, hardened with excitement, were even more erect. I pulled off her bra and slid my hand down her body. Her disheveled vulva was already dripping with lustful fluids. Overwhelmed with excitement, I stood up and unzipped my pants. My mother saw my erect penis swaying in front of her and cried out, "Xiaofeng, we can't do this! I'm your mother!"

At that moment, I had no concept of morality; the scene I had just witnessed was replaying in my mind. I pounced on her. My mother convulsed beneath me and cried. With each of my frenzied thrusts, she let out moans. Although she tried to suppress them, the soft groans between her breaths were even more captivating.

I repeatedly penetrated my mother's vagina from different positions. She immediately felt a burning sensation in her lower body and tightly embraced me before fainting. Exhausted, I also fell asleep on top of her.

The next morning, I woke to find my mother still as usual, having prepared breakfast and waiting for me to get up. Lying in bed, watching my mother's beautiful face as she busied herself, I secretly vowed: I must make my mother happy in this life… and never let anyone bully her again.

I took the food basket from my mother's hands, not wanting her to fall into the tiger's den again. As soon as I entered, Hang Tian couldn't help but ask why my mother wasn't there. I lied and said she had gone home, so I was taking her place, but I knew the truth would eventually come out. That beast would find out sooner or later. I needed to prepare what to do when I got home.

As soon as I got back, I couldn't resist picking up my mother and throwing her onto the bed. My mother, as soft as cotton, nestled beneath me, responding to my every move. We reached our climax again and again, lost in this intoxicating pleasure.

In the still of the night, I suddenly heard a knock at the door. My mother asked from inside, "Who is it? It's the middle of the night."

The knocking continued urgently. My mother threw on some clothes and went to open the door. Upon closer inspection

, she saw it was Hang Tianfang. She hurriedly invited him in; she didn't want to offend this man, after all, my father was still under his control.

The moment Hang Tianfang saw my mother, his eyes lit up, and his filthy hands reached for her body. My mother tried to dodge, but this only fueled the shameless beast's lust. He hoisted my mother onto his back, and with one hand, he yanked down her pants, instantly revealing her smooth buttocks. Hang Tianfang then pulled out his large penis and began to thrust it into her with lustful urges.

Without a sound, I slipped off my bed, grabbed a carrying pole from behind the door, and quietly stood behind Hang Tianfang. My mother, lying beneath him, could clearly see me. Her legs were tightly clamped around Hang Tianfang's body. I saw the carrying pole swing in the air, then with a whoosh, it struck Hang Tianfang hard on the back of the head.

Even many years later, I can still vividly recall this detail: Hang Tianfang's brains splattered, and he died instantly.

Years later, I've often wondered whether living in that distorted era was a blessing or a curse.

I stood there, stunned, for a long time. My mother, her graceful figure trembling, looked at me helplessly. The bloody scene and my naked mother strangely stimulated my senses.

I calmly held my mother's cold hand in comfort.

"Mom, chop him up and feed him to the dogs." I drew my gleaming samurai sword, breathed on it, flicked it with my finger, and then swung it a few times in the air.

My mother, terrified, closed her beautiful, expectant eyes, unable to bear watching my skillful, almost surgical, movements. In an instant, Hang Tianfang was cut into five parts: the bloody head, the hands, the feet, and the body in half—it would be easier to pack that way.

After finishing this, I let out a long sigh. "Finally chopped up. This guy's bones are pretty hard. Mom, you can open your eyes now. From now on, no one can bully you anymore."

My mother slightly opened her eyes, and saw five burlap sacks, bulging and looking quite heavy. The floor was covered in blood, and the house reeked of blood, but my mother wasn't afraid of that. She was used to seeing my father's bloodstained marks, and her fear had gone from great to mild, and then to numbness.

"Mom, you go and run a errand in the house. I'll take care of this." I said as I loaded the sacks onto a wheelbarrow, our usual means of transportation. One person could easily carry several hundred pounds. By the time we finished, dawn was breaking.

Why did we ultimately leave this small place where we had lived for nearly twenty years? I think there are three reasons. Shortly after we killed Hang Tianfang, my father finally left this world, filled with unanswered questions. His file was stamped with a large red seal, the conclusion being "severing himself from the Party and the people." My mother also didn't want to live in that place of sorrow anymore.

Of course, the most important reason was that my mother later discovered she was pregnant, carrying my child.

So I took my mother on the eastward-bound train, regardless of where it rumbled towards; I knew that in the vast road ahead, there would be a place for me.

Farewell to all the women who once loved me, to all the years that passed, and to all the mountains and rivers we traversed!

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