My Beautiful Headmistress Mom - Chapter Thirty-Two

Author: biohazrd
April 6, 2017
Published: First Release: Yes
From now on, my verified pen name is [Heartache and Regret].
Chapter 32: The First Movement of a High-Energy Symphony.
My mother's mature and alluring body visibly trembled in my arms. Clearly, she hadn't expected my
sudden attack. Before her brain could process what was happening, she involuntarily let out a
soft moan.
It turned out my hand had somehow climbed onto her breasts. Through the soft silk nightgown,
I grasped that soft mound. Through the thin silk fabric, I tightly held those full cups. They were no longer
the old-fashioned bras of the past, but instead, sheer,
transparent lace of the same material as the silk nightgown. The feel of them in my hand was like soft, fluffy flesh.
I breathed warm air behind my mother's ear, my innate, intense masculine aura permeating the air, causing
her to suddenly become dazed, her thoughts gradually drifting, her brain seemingly frozen, inexplicably drawn to
the hormones emanating from me. Her body felt an electric shock, a sensation she had never experienced before welling up within her.
The clarity in her eyes turned cloudy, a hazy pink.
As I unbuttoned her nightgown, my warm, large hands, through her sexy lace bra, enveloped her hidden,
enormous breasts. The last vestige of clarity in her mind vanished completely.
My mother did resist. When I touched her inappropriately, she instinctively resisted. But
the moment I embraced her, I felt a certain pull from her, a hormonal
connection between a man and a woman. Driven by desire, I instinctively released my animalistic courtship signals—in other words,
my masculinity. Naturally, I have an excess of masculinity, which isn't a problem normally, but during sexual activity, it
becomes the most potent aphrodisiac for women. Last time, Aunt Wen was completely aroused by my masculinity
.
The reason my mother isn't usually affected is because we live together, and the influence
is subtle. Besides, my mother has never been as close as other mothers and sons. Even now, in our romantic
relationship, I've had many opportunities to take advantage of her, but I've never truly felt aroused or been this close to her.
By a rare coincidence, my mother and I had just resolved our past misunderstandings, and she had opened up a little more,
showing some acceptance of me because of my father's situation. The timing of my approach to her was perfect;
her mature and glamorous "ladylike" attire today deeply pushed my limits, igniting a burning
passion within me, and we became entangled… together… even my mother's tightly guarded defenses were inadvertently breached by me
.
My hands slipped through her nightgown, kneading her large breasts. In her dazed state, she gradually lost her resistance
, allowing me to invade her body. I wondered if my father was still kneeling in his room, his beloved wife, his
devoted and conservative wife, whose once-exclusive breasts were now being kneaded and played with by his good son, his own
son's large penis desecrating his wife's buttocks. Those high, soft, fleshy mounds were constantly changing shape in my hands
. I wondered what my father would feel if he saw this scene.
I didn't know what my father would think, nor did I want to know how he would react if he saw me toying with my mother
. I only knew that my mother's alluring body possessed a magical power that bewitched me. I greedily took every
inch of her body. Her smooth silk nightgown began to slip off under my caresses, revealing one of her fragrant, beautiful shoulders. As
if smelling the blood of a shark, I pressed myself against my mother's fair shoulder, running my head over her incredibly smooth skin, and
gently kissing her earlobe. This left my mother with soft, rapid murmurs in the empty space.
"Mmm..."
My mother's lips seemed drawn by a magnetic field, meeting mine. We tasted each other's saliva,
our tongues entwining. I was no longer the novice I once was. While I had
n't kissed many times, the experience from the previous times had eased my initial awkwardness. There was still some shyness,
but I no longer hesitated or fumbled like before. I simply pressed my lips together, then froze.
My mother was much better. After all, she had been married for so many years, and her experience in this area was far
richer than mine. Although her personality made her different from other women, most
married women her age, even those with a slightly more open personality,
would have learned everything after so many years of marriage. It was only because my mother was completely indifferent to this that, after more than a decade of marriage, she
still kissed with the awkwardness of a young girl. To say my mother was frigid didn't seem quite right. I remember that night, under
the influence of aphrodisiacs, she was so passionate, so unlike a teacher, she seemed more like
a woman finally releasing her pent-up desires. That incredibly wanton
side of my mother was so different from her usual serious and aloof self. Was she good at hiding it? Or did my father fail to bring out her wanton side?
My mother and I teased each other's tongues, our two little slippery eels curling up together. My tongue was
clumsy; if my mother hadn't offered me her sweet nectar and actively encouraged my tongue to touch
, I would have been kicked out long ago. Only my mother could tolerate my terrible kissing skills. If I
had a girlfriend, she probably would have complained. Mothers always have endless patience for their children;
great maternal love can forgive all of a child's shortcomings.
As my mother and I's passionate kiss deepened, my hands quickened their pace. My mother was
much more uninhibited than usual today; perhaps she was provoked by my father and wanted to get revenge. Even
now, she didn't seem to want to stop me. Of course, I wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass me by. As
I vigorously kneaded my mother's large breasts beneath her nightgown, her bra could no longer properly support her ample
cups, slipping down slightly. Two small nipples bumped against my palms; at this moment, my mother's nipples
were hard, proving that she was deeply aroused by my caresses. Every time I kneaded my mother's firm, elastic breasts...
The two little grapes rubbed against my palm at just the right moment, sending a tingling, itchy, and numbing sensation through me.
Suddenly, I pinched those two tantalizing little things, and Mom trembled as if electrocuted. Her entire
body deflated like a punctured balloon, releasing the last ounce of strength. She let out a soft moan and collapsed limply into my
arms.
I didn't let Mom off the hook. My index finger and thumb pinched Mom's nipples, casually manipulating them. The plump, round
flesh changed shape constantly in my hands, but no matter how I pinched or twisted them,
they would return to their original shape as soon as I released them—their elasticity was astonishing. Gradually, I succumbed to lust. My hands began
to roam over Mom's entire body, beyond simply kneading her breasts. Mom's mature body, her naturally
full and beautiful flesh, every inch of it was so alluring. I was even a little envious of my own hands, to be able to enjoy such a
voluptuous, mature body. This was incomparable to that of an ordinary young girl or woman. My mother's body was like a ripe
peach, so sweet it was almost dripping with juice.
Speaking of juice, if the lights were on right now, I could see my mother's alluring eyes, her cheeks flushed with passion
, her beauty tinged with a hazy, dreamlike quality—it was simply irresistible.
No, I was already committing a crime.
"Mmm..."
My mother exhaled a heavy breath, her eyes closed, clearly satisfied with the service I was providing.
I didn't know any sophisticated techniques for bringing a woman to ecstasy; I was simply driven by my love and desire for my mother, pursuing and
exploring her slender body. To me, my mother's body was the mystery I most wanted to explore in my life, a mystery that would never be fully solved.
My hand had unconsciously slid to my mother's wasp waist, that slender waist so delicate it could be encircled in one hand—the golden
ratio was simply too unscientific. My attention immediately fell on my mother's beautiful buttocks.
Two round, white, plump buttocks, their perfect curves exuding the charm of a mature woman, full yet
elastic—something a young girl who had never given birth could never match. Stroking those alluring protrusions through the smooth silk nightgown,
feeling their round, abundant texture, was simply indescribable.
Instantly, beneath my loose nightgown, I thrust forward, pressing against my mother's buttocks.
In the midst of the chaos, my mother couldn't help but groan.
"What is this? It's so hot..."
My mother didn't react immediately; her brain was now dominated by lust, reducing her
judgment. Then her face flushed. It was a pity it was dark, otherwise I could have seen her
flushed, sexy face.
My thrust brought my mother's confused mind to a slight jolt, and she became both ashamed and timid, wondering
where this little rascal was pressing. Mom could clearly feel her private paradise being violated. A burning
hot rod had pierced through her buttocks, reaching the entrance to her "home." Only two thin layers of fabric separated them
—
it was terrifying. The thick, enormous rod was gripped by her full buttocks, the intense, burning heat penetrating her
pajamas and searing her fleshy buttocks, causing her to involuntarily tighten her body.
Before Mom could calm down, my hand had somehow slipped inside her pajama bottoms,
touching her sheer lace panties. A scene from the AV Xu Pangzi had given me flashed through my mind. As if possessed, I
traced a circle on Mom's mons pubis through her panties with a finger. The itchy, tingling sensation made
Mom's mind go blank.
Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration, I suddenly pried open the opening of Mom's sexy lace panties and slipped inside. Suddenly
, a surge of passion welled up inside me. It had been so long since that confused encounter with my mother, and this
was the first and only time I'd truly penetrated her private, secret place. So wet! That was my first impression. My mother's panties
were already soaked, her thick pubic hair shrouded in a mist of moisture. Just passing through her pubic hair soaked
my entire palm. How much fluid had flowed from her?
I wasn't bothered by these small temptations. My "claws" continued to penetrate, driven by my
longing, my longing for my birthplace—soon I reached between my mother's legs. The moment my fingers
touched her, my brain almost went blank.
So soft!!
Was this my mother's vulva? No, I hadn't gone in yet. It was only her labia. I touched
a place resembling a "small hill," with a slit in the middle, and outside the slit was an astonishing layer of soft flesh.
When my index finger touched the soft flesh, suddenly a suction force swallowed it whole. I was "eaten" into a damp
, warm, and narrow space.
This is...
Before I could even feel anything, a crisp "slap" rang out in my room, followed by
a burning pain on my face. I was stunned by my mother's slap—
"Mom..."
"I'm sorry, Xiaofeng... I can indulge you in other ways, but not down there..."
"Why, Mom? You clearly felt it too, didn't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so wet down there, we
..."
"No means no!!" My mother interrupted me before I could finish, speaking sternly.
Then, as if remembering something, her tone softened. "Xiaofeng, you need to know, I am your mother. Our
blood relationship is predetermined, and our fate has already decided that we cannot take this step. Tonight is
my fault. Because of what happened today, I was a little lenient with you and indulged you. I originally wanted to let
you be, but I didn't expect you, you little rascal, to go too far and get involved with my... down there."
"Anyway, we just can't..."
Seeing my mother's firmness, not giving me any room for negotiation, I still didn't want to give up.
Today was such a good opportunity, and we were almost there, but it was going to be cut short. I was
really unwilling to accept it. "Mom, I know what you're afraid of, but as long as I don't interfere, it shouldn't be considered against morality
, and there's no need to worry about blood relations.
" "Where did you learn all this?" Hearing my words, my mother was slightly surprised. In my mother's memory, I
shouldn't have had the opportunity to be exposed to these things. After all, my mother was very confident in my education.
Mom hadn't expected, much less anticipated, that she underestimated the curiosity and desire for sex among today's teenagers.
"What era are we living in? It shouldn't be hard to find out these things," I thought, Xu Pangzi. I once again held firm to my
bottom line. If you don't repay me properly, I should really chop up your fat and feed it to the pigs. If
I were to tell the truth, not only would I be in trouble, but Xu Pangzi wouldn't escape either. I'm sure my mother's terror will make
things difficult for both of us.
Mom didn't dwell on the issue, maintaining her boundaries and not giving me any opportunity.
"No matter what, no means no. If you dare to touch me again, I'd rather sleep on the sofa outside."
"Alright, stop talking. I've said my piece; you can try."
Mom paused, her tone turning serious. In the darkness, she seemed to sense my lips twitching, as if I
was about to say something, and spoke first.
"Go to sleep, Mom has to go to work tomorrow," Mom said, buttoning up her pajamas and turning her
back to me.
The room fell silent again, filled only with the quiet breathing of Mom and me. After a long pause…
“Mom, I’m so sorry. I didn’t consider your feelings again. I know you’ve never been able to let go
of this strange relationship with your son. You’ve endured so much pain and struggle to be with me
, and I’ve kept pushing my luck and crossing your boundaries again and again. I even promised we’d only
be spiritual lovers. I thought I could do that, but I have to say, Mom, you’re really
beautiful, so beautiful that maybe even you don’t realize how alluring your figure and looks are to a boy my age
. Maybe I’m being selfish, but because I love you, Mom, I don’t want to share you with anyone else,
not even Dad.”
“Incest? What a ridiculous and pathetic word. It’s because of this word that so many lovers have been torn apart.
By what right? Just because of the blood ties that flow?” I muttered to myself, a self-deprecating sarcasm in my voice.
"Mom, you might think I'm pathetic, that I'm such a grown-up and still always wanting you to be affectionate with me.
This is normal for other kids, but I only
experience it now that we have this strange romantic relationship. I'm so happy. Whether I'm holding you or being cared for by you, I feel like
the happiest person in the world. It's like everything was destined; the regrets of my childhood have gradually transformed into
love. Yes, I love you, Mom. Even if you can stop my body from loving you, you can't stop my
heart from loving you."
Moonlight streamed in through the window. I opened my eyes and glanced at my mother, who was standing with her back to me. She was
completely still, as if asleep. I secretly combed her hair, pulling it back,
and then tucked the blanket around her.
"What a bad mother! Knowing how I feel about you, you still show your anger towards Dad in front of me.
Don't you know that the angrier you are, the more you care? You don't consider my feelings at all! You should just rape me, and then
I'll take all the blame! Why do you love your mother so much? Why pretend to be gentlemanly and respect her wishes?
How am I supposed to sleep like this..."
My mother, who seemed to be asleep with her back to me, suddenly opened her eyes, rolling her eyes with an
annoyed look. At first, she was somewhat touched by my words, but that last sentence made her want to
get up and give me a good whack on the head. But instead of being angry, she smiled and opened her mouth. The shape of her mouth seemed
to be spitting and cursing me as a little rascal.
After laughing, Mom suddenly became melancholic and sighed heavily through her nose…
“Give Mom some more time…”
The empty room was filled with Mom’s faint fragrance. I took my hand out from under the covers, and in the moonlight, I
separated my index finger and thumb. A sticky, crystalline liquid stretched between my fingers, and then I put my fingers in my mouth. It was like
a sweet spring flowing down my throat.
As this liquid flowed into my stomach, I drifted off to sleep. In my dream, I crawled under Mom’s skirt,
buried my head in that paradise, and greedily drank the nectar flowing from that sweet spring. The taste was like a
clear spring from the heavens, instantly awakening my soul…
The next day, I habitually glanced at the alarm clock by the bed. The numbers the hands pointed to jolted me awake
. I immediately jumped out of bed. Because of what happened with Mom last night, I had forgotten to set the alarm.
Right, Mom—
only then did I remember that Mom had slept with me last night. Where was Mom? The bed was empty except for me
, proving that Mom had already gotten up. Why hadn't she woken me? Did
I upset her last night? But Mom seemed to sense it; the wetness on my fingers was proof.
Women, truly unpredictable creatures.
But there seemed to be no time for contemplation now. I hastily grabbed a few clothes from the closet, threw
them on, and rushed out of the room to the bathroom. After cleaning up, I returned to my
room, grabbed my bag, and prepared to leave, but suddenly stopped.
I noticed Mom's bedroom door was open. She usually
locks her master bedroom when she's not home; after all, our property deeds, bankbooks, and other valuables are in there. Knowing how meticulous Mom is,
she always remembers to lock the door when she goes out. Had she not gone to work yet?
I went over and peeked out, only to see Dad kneeling on the floor. What was going on
? Had Dad been kneeling since he argued with Mom last night? Unfortunately, I overheard the rest of the conversation yesterday,
but I was too busy blaming myself to hear the details of what Mom and Dad said next, and I don't know why Dad
knelt down.
But if Dad really did that, I really admire him. However, just as I was about to leave,
I caught something unusual out of the corner of my eye. The bed that Dad and Mom had slept in for over ten years was disheveled, with
creases in the middle, and it didn't look like a properly made mattress at all. Don't forget, Mom is a clean freak
; her bed is usually made neatly, like it's displayed in a furniture store, and it's rare to see it messy.
Signs. But that definitely meant someone slept on it last night. Mom came to my room and
slept with me yesterday. If Dad really knelt all night, then who made the bed?
I glanced at Dad, who was about to fall asleep, and thought to myself, "Heh heh, I didn't expect my honest, simple-minded
dad to be so cunning. Judging from this situation, I knew Dad had taken advantage of Mom getting up this morning
to jump out of bed and pretend to kneel on the floor, but forgot to 'eliminate'
the evidence of his crime."
Since I could see it, Mom must have seen it too. After all, Mom goes back to her room to change
clothes in the morning. So it wouldn't be difficult for her to find out. Don't forget, my beautiful principal mom
isn't just beautiful; she's even more "stunning" in other aspects. Which student at the city's No. 1 High School isn't afraid of her,
especially the troublemakers in the class? Which one isn't completely subdued by Mom? It's because Mom has a pair of
discerning eyes; no evil spirit can hide in front of her.
My dad's tricks are even worse than mine; it'll be too hard for him to fool Mom. What he's doing is exactly what I wanted. If
he really knelt all night, I'd be worried. His current cunning will only push Mom further away.
Knowing Mom as I do, she hates people who try to be clever. If Dad honestly admitted his mistake,
maybe she'd forgive him. I should be thankful my rival is Dad.
I couldn't help but wonder if my emotional intelligence was inherited from Dad, which is why
I'm always getting smacked on the head by Mom.
Suddenly, I turned back to the living room, glanced at the clock on the wall, and my face turned deathly pale. "Ah!"
I screamed, slamming the door shut like a rocket, leaving a trail of smoke.
Sure enough, my lateness reached Mom through the teacher.
Leaving Mom's office after school, I kept cursing. These teachers are such suck-ups! It's just being late; does it really
need to reach Mom and the principal? Damn it, Mom must have given the order. Everything about me, no matter how
small, has to be reported to her. These teachers, just to curry favor with Mom, readily betrayed me. Who told me
to be so useless?
So I deserved to be scolded by Mom just now, completely disregarding the bond we shared last night. I
really want to say, if you didn't want me to be late, why didn't you wake me up this morning? We slept together, didn't
we? I'm starting to suspect Mom is deliberately getting revenge on me for sticking her finger in there last night.
TV dramas often say women are fickle, and it's so true. "Women and petty men are hard to deal with," the ancients were right
…
But the good thing is Mom still hasn't forgiven Dad. It seems Mom saw through Dad's little scheme
and doesn't want to deal with him. But Dad is persistent; every night he puts on a kneeling apology act, every
single day, and he's taken over the room. Mom gets annoyed with Dad, so I get to enjoy the ride. Now, Mom
comes to sleep with me almost every night. Of course,
there aren't any more extreme nights like that one where I could go straight to her heart and touch her deepest parts. The reason Mom almost went too far that night
was because she was angry and wanted to get revenge on Dad. Now, although Mom hasn't forgiven Dad
, her anger has subsided a lot. She can't stay angry forever, or life would be impossible. Even though the big perk
is gone, there are still plenty of small perks. After all, we're in the same bed, a single bed, so
there's still plenty of fun. Besides, as long as I don't cross Mom's bottom line or make her angry and cause a fight, Mom
can tolerate it.
So my mother and I lived a fake married life for a while. Unfortunately,
the guy who created humankind in mythology, whose English name shares the same initial as homosexuality, was always unhappy that his creations were living
too happily. He was envious of others living better than him, so this narrow-minded, intolerant big boss [
gay/god] tried every means to punish the pitiful people he created, like his children,
such as me...
My "good days" didn't last long. My mother had to go to the provincial capital for a month-long business
trip for training. This was an opportunity given by the Education Bureau, considering my mother's relatively short experience, to help her work proceed smoothly and to
enhance her resume. You know, many so-called training programs in government agencies are just
a pretext, mostly for pre-promotion embellishment, adding some rich content to one's resume.
My mother getting this opportunity was a helpless move by those in power. They didn't want to give it
to her; it was originally reserved for their faction to use after they took office. Since
my mother's appointment as principal was a done deal, their previous arrangements were wasted, and she ended up getting it for free.
When I heard the news, I was devastated. After all, my parents had gone through this
ordeal, and I could finally be with my mother, to sleep in her arms—it had been my dream for years. But this
dream shattered in just a few days. Wait for my mother to come back? Ha! By the time she returns in a month,
it will be too late. Who knows if she'll still be angry with my father then? As the saying goes, couples quarrel in bed
but reconcile before they get out of bed; too many things can change in a month.
And to not see my mother for a month, not be able to enjoy her beauty—what
cruel torture that would be for me! Although I didn't feel anything when my mother and I had a normal mother-son relationship,
her mature and beautiful body was like a blooming poppy; once tasted, it was impossible to give it up.
My mother went on a business trip, leaving my father and me to rely on each other. Now, with my mother away
, my father was at his wits' end. He no longer had to pretend to kneel before her every day, feigning pitifulness to beg for
her forgiveness. Without my mother's restraint, my father was like a dragon returning to the sea, roaming freely, rarely home except for mealtimes
. It was already commonplace for me; my father's absence
was a frequent occurrence.
However, my father still had some sense of responsibility; at least he never forgot to buy groceries and cook before going out.
It's not so bad that my mom isn't home. Without her supervision and with my dad rarely home, I can finally
do whatever I want. Watching porn at home is no longer nerve-wracking; I don't have to worry about when my mom or dad will come back
. Even if I take my pants off and masturbate naked in the living room
, I don't have to worry about being disturbed. Living alone is actually quite nice, except at night when I look out the window at the moonlight,
I miss my mom. I miss her gravity-defying breasts, her full,
white buttocks, her even, smooth, long, and shapely legs, and that tantalizingly deep cleft of her buttocks… I count down the days almost every day, wondering
how long it will be before she comes back. Even though I can talk to her on the phone and express my longing, the itch in my heart
still keeps me awake.
One Saturday, a week had passed since my mom went to the provincial capital on a business trip. To me, it's only been a
week, but it feels like ten years. I finished watching the AVs Xu Pangzi gave me the last time I went to his house.
Before, Xu Pangzi would give me enough AVs to last me a month, but this time I finished them in just a few days,
and that was during my free time after school. Anyway, I'm bored on the weekend, so I decided to
go to Xu Pangzi's again to beg for some new "stockpiles" of his private collection.
Sigh, no wonder so many otaku like AVs; life without a girlfriend really does feel like an eternity with AVs.
[Thank you to the actresses who have made great contributions to our countless boring days over the years; a salute to them!]
Walking along the street, all sorts of young girls, young women, and mature women rushed past, but they couldn't stir
a ripple in my calm heart. There was a time when, when I saw these young women on the street passing by, I would
unconsciously look at their thighs, see if they were wearing stockings, if they were the kind of beautiful legs I love in stockings,
and then look at their breasts—whether they were big, firm, or had cleavage, and then fantasize about some slightly naughty things.
For a naive young man like me, going through puberty and recently led astray by Fatty Xu, my restless
heart had nowhere to rest. But now, it's as if I've undergone a baptism, a transformation.
After my experiences with my mother, Aunt Wen, and Aunt Ying, this clueless young man has matured. Of course, it's not that I'm completely uninterested;
it's just that I'm not interested in these ordinary women. But that's only in matters of the heart. Men are driven by their lower instincts
, hehe. I must say, some of these ordinary women have pretty good figures, especially those teenage girls these days
, their breasts are developing so fiercely! But what I like most are the rare, mature women,
the marks of time, their captivating charm radiating from them—how could it not stir my passion?
I was walking at the crossroads, waiting for the green light to cross the street, when suddenly,
a beautiful figure appeared at the street corner not far ahead. In the time it took me to react, she brushed past me along with the crowd
.
Was that... just my eyes playing tricks on me? I might mistake other things, but I 　　would never mistake
this beautiful figure , because it was the one I had longed for so deeply... Thousands of dreams I'd had, all to chase after her 　　radiant form. She was like a gentle white cloud, and I was a wisp of breeze, recklessly falling into her embrace. No matter 　　how many times, she was tolerant of me, gently caressing my face, extending her warm little hand, giving me the most tender caress 　　, leaving me with the most heartwarming memories... 　　**********************************The next chapter is even more exciting, don't go away!*********************** 　　[Sorry everyone, I messed up. I don't even know what to write in this chapter. I've been so busy lately 　　. This chapter was basically typed on my phone because I went to Yangshuo, Guangxi a few days ago and 　　didn't bring my computer, relying entirely on my phone. Then, not long after I got back, I was preparing for Qingming Festival, so busy I was completely disoriented. 　　My body and mind were practically never in sync; I felt like my body was in the Eastern Hemisphere, while my brain was on another planet.] [I'm exhausted 　　, my head hurts!] 　　[But I have to say, the scenery and air in Guilin and Yangshuo are amazing. Going there made 　　me feel so refreshed, like there was some kind of spiritual energy there, with the mountains and clouds ethereal and misty. I even made a special trip to the Li River 　　to get up close and personal with the scenery on the back of the 20 RMB note. Hehe, I felt like I was stepping into a painting!] 　　[Qingming Festival is over, and now I'm facing the issue of work. After being home for several months, 　　all the wages from the jobs I did after graduating from school have been spent. Now I'm completely broke, 　　I can't even afford a late-night snack. If it weren't for some generous help from a rich guy, I wouldn't be able to live a carefree life. Ugh, why do we have to work 　　? I really don't want to work! Why wasn't I born into wealth? Can't I have a chance to regret this? Speaking 　　of which, I suddenly remembered something funny. I often joke with my family, "Why did you give birth to me? Can 　　you return me?"] [ I want to be reincarnated, hehe, just kidding!] 　　[However, although it's a bit late, I still wish everyone a happy April Fool's Day and Qingming Festival! Aha, congratulations!] 　　[By the way, many people have been asking about the decompression password. Didn't I upload a 　　complete list of decompression passwords in the author's meeting room? Almost all the comic decompression passwords are in there. I wrote them down one by one 　　. First, the default is 123456. If it's not right, try them one by one. There will always be one that works. In the future, 　　if you download comic compressed files online, these passwords can also be used. After all, many resources 　　are shared, so the passwords are similar.] 　　[Never mind, I'm afraid many guest accounts won't be able to log in to the meeting room, so I'll upload one here instead. Also, 　　for those who can't find the previous chapters, you can also go to the meeting room. I've posted the links to each chapter there 　　. You can click on them directly.] 　　【(Adult Comic) [okawari] Beautiful Stepmother and Strong- 　　willed Classmate [Kaze no Kobo]】【Ouch, guys, I didn't expect it to flop so quickly. I've re-seeded it, see if it downloads. If not, DM me and ask for it again.】[attach]2895512[/attach] 　　[attach]2895030[/attach]

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