[Urban] Winter Night (Complete) - 1-3

Chapter 1

Wang Shuying was laid off again. For the past three years, from being laid off from her former state-owned factory until March of this year, she had been unable to find suitable work. As a 44-year-old woman, although her appearance was passable, she was, after all, part of that generation whose lives were ruined. She had little education and, apart from cooking simple home-style dishes, no other special skills, so she couldn't find stable employment. But staying at home like this meant that one day she would squander the meager savings her husband had left her. Sigh!

Thinking of this, Wang Shuying felt an indescribable bitterness. Why was God so unfair to her and her son? So, constantly struggling, she seemed to have forgotten the joys of life, finding solace only in hearing her son open the door when he returned from school.

Wang Shuying's son, Zheng Hao, is just 20 years old this year. Last year, he was admitted to the national key university in this city. Whenever she thinks of her son, it brings some comfort to Wang Shuying, who is struggling. Now, her son is everything to her and the hope for the rest of her life. When Wang Shuying heard that her son had returned, she quickly put aside her sorrowful thoughts and ran to cook for him.

Speaking of which, let's briefly introduce our protagonist, Wang Shuying.

Wang Shuying is a worker in a printing factory in Z city. She is tall and fair-skinned, especially her eyes, which seem to speak volumes. It is said that she was once the most beautiful girl in the factory. When the factory was still thriving, it is unknown whether a factory leader took a liking to her, but a transfer order was issued, and she was transferred from the front-line workshop to the factory laboratory as a lab technician. However, Wang Shuying herself was puzzled as to why such a good thing would happen to her, because no one (factory leader or person of real power in the factory) had expressed anything to her, nor had anyone said anything to her. This incident sparked a mysterious speculation at the printing factory: it was said that the person who took a liking to Wang Shuying wasn't a factory leader, but a city leader. He claimed that during a factory inspection, he saw Wang Shuying and was immediately captivated, speaking to the factory manager on her behalf. This led to Wang Shuying landing the coveted position that all the young women in the factory dreamed of: a lab technician.

At the time, Wang Shuying was not yet 30. Her husband was an extremely mysterious figure; no one knew who he was, and he never visited her at the factory. All that was known was that she had a six-year-old son whom she took to kindergarten every day. However, a black car would always appear whenever she needed it, carrying a tall, handsome man who looked to be about 27 or 28 years old. This man would always kiss her very gently as he left. One day, someone overheard the child calling the man "Dad," and that's when people realized that he was her husband. However, when people inquired about her husband, Wang Shuying would always show a very happy smile, but never answer their questions. Over time, fewer people asked, but this only made her life and family more mysterious, and she naturally became the focus of people's gossip.

But with the reform and opening up, large and medium-sized state-owned enterprises seemed to have caught a contagious disease, collapsing one after another. In 2000, the printing factory where Wang Shuying worked also declared bankruptcy, and Wang Shuying was forced to lose her job. At this time, her mysterious family was suddenly exposed: her husband had died in a counter-espionage operation two years earlier, leaving behind Wang Shuying and her son Zheng Hao, who was in high school.

All previous speculations were disproven; Wang Shuying became a martyr's family member. But that's how society is these days. No matter who you are, or how successful you were in the past, once you're gone, you're forgotten. Besides, Wang Shuying's husband worked on the front lines, so very few people knew about his death. Once he died, aside from the meager monthly pension, few people inquired about his situation. After Wang Shuying was laid off, her family's financial situation quickly deteriorated. They struggled to make ends meet while also paying for their son's high school fees. Being proud, she refused to apply for student aid for her son, believing it would leave him with a deep-seated inferiority complex.

She continued to struggle at the bottom of society until March of this year, when a kitchenware company decided to recruit attractive middle-aged women as brand ambassadors for a television program teaching home-style cooking. Wang Shuying applied, outperforming all her competitors, and won the job. Only then did their lives begin to change.

However, filming these kinds of programs usually takes place after 8 PM. After filming and recording, it's generally past midnight. This means Wang Shuying can't properly care for Zheng Hao. Fortunately, Zheng Hao is very ambitious and passed the entrance exam for a top university. He lives at the university and only comes home on holidays.

Chapter 2:

Speaking of which, I think I should mention the exam in March of this year. That famous company is very shrewd in business and has been searching for a way to maximize profits through advertising. One of their interns, a freshman, proposed this idea at a factory meeting: select a famous TV program, hold open auditions for hosts, and target women around 40 years old.

Ultimately, this suggestion was adopted by the young factory manager, leading to that exam. This is how Wang Shuying's fate was changed. Perhaps this is the cycle of karma, and good people are rewarded. Perhaps Wang Shuying will never know that the one who made the suggestion was her most prized son—Zheng Hao. The person who chose this suggestion was Zhang Cheng, the youngest deputy factory director in their factory, who had just returned from the United States. Zhang Cheng was only 42 years old this year and had never married. He was a well-known eligible bachelor in the domestic appliance and kitchenware industry.

In this way, after successfully passing all the tests, Wang Shuying became the host of the TV program "King of Cooking Delights" on TV. Every day, she would cook delicious dishes for the public on TV. As usual, she would work very late every day and not get home until late. Fortunately, her home was not far from the TV station. If she walked along the main road, it would only take 15 minutes, and if she crossed the quiet path by the river

, it would only take 5 or 6 minutes to reach the entrance of their residential compound. It was August 2004, and the weather was very hot and humid. It was already 12:50 a.m. Wang Shuying had just finished recording the program and was walking back from the TV station. She never rode a bicycle because she had always believed that riding a bicycle was one of the most inelegant behaviors for a woman. If she wore a skirt, it would be easy for her to be exposed. Therefore, she had rarely ridden a bicycle. Fortunately, her home was very close to her workplace, and she could think about some things on the way. After five months of trial broadcasts, "The King of Pots and Dishes: A Delicious and Fragrant Show" has become the fastest-growing program on the television station in terms of ratings. Wang Shuying has also earned a nickname: Sister-in-law Wang. She has become everyone's image as a gentle and virtuous elder sister-in-law, something that Director Li, who initially decided to put her on the show, hadn't anticipated. However, despite feeling extremely happy these past few days, Wang Shuying seemed to have something weighing on her mind. Her son had been coming home every day, but he appeared extremely depressed, and she didn't know why. Moreover, last Saturday, her son had drunk alcohol and staggered home alone. After arriving home, he locked himself in his room and wouldn't come out. When she went in, she saw him with his head covered by the blanket, clearly knowing his mother was there, but deliberately remaining silent. This made her very uneasy. Since getting this job, she had cherished it immensely, striving to do her best every day, almost neglecting her son, whom she had always been so proud of. Now, looking back, her son's emotional fluctuations had been going on for almost two months, and she hadn't taken the time to have a heart-to-heart talk with him. In the past, whenever her son encountered something upsetting or faced a difficult problem, he would always talk to her. She knew that although she wasn't highly educated and couldn't now offer much guidance to her intellectually inclined son, what he needed was someone to listen. She knew how to empathize with his feelings, to hear his innermost thoughts, and to share his joys and sorrows—that was enough. Her son needed that kind of person. And perhaps only she in the world could do that. Therefore, for so many years, she had always felt that her heart was with her son.

But what happened now? Is fame really that important? Wasn't her work meant to give her son a better life?

Why is this happening? Finding a job has only made her more distant from her son. Is this job even worth it?

Lost in thought, she walked up the riverside path. Her first thought was to get home by 1 PM and see if her son had returned. She didn't pay attention to the moonless night; the riverside path was dark and unlit.

Fortunately, it was near her home, a familiar path, and she could easily navigate it.

Just as she reached the edge of the grove, a tall, thin man suddenly jumped out. His face was obscured, and he reeked of alcohol. His voice was hoarse, but he seemed quite young. He held a 20cm long knife and pressed it against her neck, saying, "Go in!

Go into the woods." Wang Shuying panicked. All her previous chaotic thoughts vanished instantly; she felt stunned, her mind completely blank.

Chapter 3

Wang Shuying didn't know how she had entered the grove. The light was even dimmer there, and she couldn't see anything. She only felt a chill creep up her back, completely unaware of how the long time had passed. However, she could still feel the cold dagger pressed against her neck, its chill emanating from it. Even in the sweltering summer night, it sent shivers down her spine. She seemed to have resigned herself to her fate; no current of consciousness surged through her brain. But she also felt strange. It seemed like a long time had passed, and the thug seemed unsure of what to do next. He hadn't made any further demands, neither asking for money nor sexual assault. It seemed he was really drunk, and his mind wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do!

Suddenly, Wang Shuying's mind raced. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, she abruptly raised her hand and shoved the assailant. He fell to the ground, simultaneously releasing Wang Shuying's neck. Having been restrained for so long, she hadn't expected her chance to escape so easily. She took off running, but in her panic, she tripped and fell on top of the assailant. The sudden impact seemed to make him realize what to do next. He mumbled something unintelligible and then pressed a knife against Wang Shuying's back, growling, "Take off your clothes!" Before she could react, he flipped her over and pinned her down, beginning to slash at her skirt. To avoid being cut, Wang Shuying struggled and fought back. Desperately dodging the blade, her skirt was quickly slashed open, and her underwear was nowhere to be seen. At this point, Wang Shuying must have been utterly desperate. The gleaming knife was flashing across her face, and she was completely speechless. She watched as the man pulled out his thick, long penis and tried to penetrate her between her forcibly parted legs. He seemed frantic, almost crying, threatening Shuying, "Help me, or I'll stab you to death!" Shuying, however

, calmed down: "Just kill me then! I won't help you! How can you be so young and not learn good things? Don't you have any sisters? Committing crimes like this... it's not too late to turn back now, you're still young!..."

"What? You look down on me too! You think I'm small too? Why? I'm going to fuck you today!"

As they spoke, the two began to wrestle. Suddenly, Wang Shuying felt a thick, hard penis forcefully enter her vagina, filling it completely!

"Ah!"

All her efforts were in vain. Wang Shuying lay there, spread-eagled, her mind blank. Suddenly, she felt that when the perpetrator's voice wasn't hoarse, he reminded her of someone—someone she knew all too well. A jolt of electricity seemed to run through her mind, but she immediately denied it: This couldn't be, impossible! He was so obedient! It couldn't be him!

Wang Shuying felt that being raped no longer mattered. Although she denied it, she was still worried. She kept trying to get him to talk: "I know who you are! I think you're a student! I saw your face!"

But the perpetrator remained unmoved, frantically thrusting his penis into Wang Shuying's vagina without any method, clearly an inexperienced virgin. Wang Shuying had no choice but to suddenly think of something, but hesitated again: If I bite him, will she kill me?

Don't be afraid, I must find out for sure if it's him!

Just then, she felt him noticeably increase his speed, and her own body reacted. Waves of pleasure, accompanied by the filling of his penis, spread throughout her body via her nerves. Involuntarily, she bit his shoulder deeply. He, numbed by alcohol, felt nothing, simply continuing his labor. Suddenly, Wang Shuying felt the person on top of her stop, letting out a deep, comfortable growl, "Oh!..." At

that moment, Wang Shuying felt an unprecedented pleasure emanating from her private parts. Simultaneously, as the scalding liquid poured over her, her cervix involuntarily relaxed, and a stream of vaginal fluid gushed out! At this moment, she felt unprecedented shame! Most importantly, she felt utterly ashamed of herself. How could she reach orgasm while being raped?

She cursed herself countless times in her mind! She pushed away the person who was about to touch her, grabbed her underwear, and ran away desperately without looking back, as if she was afraid that if she turned around, that person would drag her back!

Wang Shuying ran the long 200 meters and ran home without looking back. She looked around, but her son hadn't returned. She seemed a little relieved. "He's at school. He won't be back today. It can't be!"

she told herself.

Chapter 4

Zheng Hao was a very good and well-behaved child in every sense of the word. He had always been a good student, ranking at the top of his class. He was also very kind and compassionate, and very cute. In the absence of a father at home, he had always been his mother's pillar of support. Every day, in addition to studying, he would help his mother with the never-ending housework. He was always praised and pampered by his teachers and parents. Therefore, this competitive child always studied hard and maintained good relationships with his classmates. Such a boy, at the age when he's just beginning to experience romantic feelings, is naturally the object of pursuit for female classmates. However, he's never been seen having any overly intimate interactions with any of them, a point of regret for many girls who blossomed early. No matter how much persuasion they receive, whether through "benefits" or emotional appeals, he remains unmoved. This, however, makes his mother, Wang Shuying, very happy. She knows that children these days are very active in their thinking, mature early, and know a lot! They could easily go astray if not careful. Wang Shuying's son has truly never caused her any worry, so whenever she thinks of him, a sweet smile rises in her heart and extends to her face!

Her son successfully gained admission to a prestigious national university, which meant he had already secured a bright future. Wang Shuying, of course, bragged about it to everyone she met. However, Zheng Hao's emotions seemed to be in turmoil lately. Wang Shuying, busy with work, hadn't been able to communicate well with him. Zheng Hao was indeed facing an unprecedented crisis in his love life. He had fallen in love with his English teacher, a 42-year-old spinster who had studied in England. Perhaps because she had never been married, the English teacher, named Zhang Hui, looked to be only in her early thirties. For the lovestruck Zheng Hao, this was an irresistible force. Nothing could defend against this beautiful attack. She gradually seeped into his heart. With her, Zheng Hao felt the warmth of a mother, a warm and gentle embrace. His heart beat tightly with hers, so he now studied English even more diligently. He was only a sophomore in college. In the first half of the semester, his English grades were already comparable to those of graduate students specializing in English literature. He wanted to attract her attention and win her heart, and he succeeded. Teacher Zhang quickly noticed this hardworking boy and also discovered that he was very handsome. Unlike other boys of his caliber, he didn't spend all his time surrounded by girls. This made her feel a growing fondness for him, and she naturally paid more attention to him. They had many in-depth conversations, learning about his family, his mother, and that his father had passed away early. She learned that his mother was the recently popular "Kitchen Queen Shuying." Zheng Hao was cheerful and talkative, always sharing his ideals, life, and pursuit of love.

Gradually, Zhang Hui felt that this boy seemed very interested in her. He would often glance unintentionally under her skirt, sometimes even lost in thought. She wondered if he had seen something! Thinking of this, Zhang Hui blushed. For some reason, she didn't dislike him at all. She thought it was just youthful innocence, curiosity about the opposite sex. Sometimes she would even think with affection: "Maybe I can satisfy his curiosity!"

But immediately, Zhang Hui would feel ridiculous and couldn't help but laugh at herself. How could she be attracted to a child? She was practically an old witch. She cursed herself inwardly.

As their relationship deepened, their opportunities to interact increased. Under Zhang Hui's specific guidance, Zheng Hao organized a club called the "Shakespeare Literature Study Club," which held a salon-style English seminar every week. This gave Zheng Hao many opportunities to visit Professor Zhang's dormitory/office (the university provided expert professors like Zhang Hui with villas for living and working). Their ideas often sparked new insights, and they grew closer without realizing it.

Once, Zhang Hui asked Zheng Hao to come to her office to get some materials. But after Zheng Hao left with the key, Zhang Hui suddenly remembered that she hadn't taken the underwear she wore while masturbating the night before from her desk!

She couldn't immediately stop Zheng Hao, who had already walked down the stairs and crossed the corridor, as she was in the middle of class. She had no choice but to finish the last 10 minutes of the lesson and rush to her office. When she pushed open the door, an embarrassing scene greeted her: Zheng Hao was holding her underwear, examining the area that connected to her vulva. It was still wet, with a little yellowish discharge. She didn't know what to do. Then, Zheng Hao slowly brought her underwear to her nose and smelled it, even sticking out her tongue and slowly licking it. Zhang Hui suddenly felt her legs go weak, and her vagina, which had been so wet, was now incredibly wet. Yet, almost unconsciously, she yelled at Zheng Hao, "What are you doing?"

At that moment, Zhang Hui felt a pang of regret, afraid of startling Zheng Hao. But Zheng Hao slowly turned around and saw Teacher Zhang standing in the doorway. He was initially startled, but quickly calmed down. He dropped Zhang Hui's underwear, came over, closed the door, and pulled Zhang Hui into his arms. Zhang Hui's petite body looked so small in his embrace: "You're here? I've been wanting to tell you all this time! I love you!"

"What did you say! Nonsense."

"Didn't you understand what I said? I've fallen in love with you, with your gentleness, your beauty, and your captivating eyes!"

"That's right, you're talking nonsense. You're so young, what do you know about love? Besides, am I the same age as your mother?"

"Oh! That's true! You have an age? I really haven't noticed. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you were over forty. But I just didn't have that concept in my mind! I just didn't!"

"Now that you know, you should know what age is, right?"

"I don't know! I really don't know. When I decided to love you, I stopped caring about heaven, earth, people, and age. What I've been focusing on is how our hearts are aligning!"

"Are we suitable?"

Zhang Hui couldn't help but ask curiously.

"What do you think? Can't you feel the resonance between us too?"

Zheng Hao said, but his hands weren't idle either. Instinctively, they followed Zhang Hui's skirt, moving up her thigh, slowly, slowly, until they finally reached the area around her inner thigh. Through her lace cotton panties, he could feel the wetness of her pubic hair, its fullness and softness...

At this moment, Zhang Hui was completely intoxicated by this unprecedented feeling. Just as that hateful yet adorable, fiery hand was about to probe inside her panties, reason suddenly returned to Zhang Hui's mind. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she pushed him to the ground: "You pervert! Get out of here! What are you doing? I never want to see you again!"

Zheng Hao, who had always thought he had found love, was still immersed in carefree happiness. This sudden blow stunned him: "No, I really do love you!"

"Get out, you scoundrel!"

Seeing Teacher Zhang's angry face, Zheng Hao realized that Teacher Zhang might really be angry, and the psychological platform he had built up suddenly collapsed. He gritted his teeth, stood up, glared resentfully at Zhang Hui, and suddenly stormed out of the school without looking back!

Chapter 5

In the following two months, Zheng Hao didn't attend many classes, especially Zhang Hui's "History of Western Literature". Zhang Hui didn't seem to deliberately look for Zheng Hao, but many times in her class, she would unintentionally mention Zheng Hao's name, but she never got a response. Her originally smooth course would always pause at some point, as if something was stuck, and she couldn't finish it smoothly. She didn't know what was on her mind.

One day, Zhang Hui seemed to remember something during class and suddenly announced that the contact person for the "History of Western Literature" course, who was originally Zheng Hao, would be another female student. Sitting in the corner, Zheng Hao, who hadn't attended Zhang Hui's class for two months, felt extremely embarrassed. He silently ran out the back door and wandered aimlessly all afternoon. Finally, that evening, having not eaten all day, he drank heavily at a bar. When he came out, a vendor was selling Tibetan knives, and the drunken Zheng Hao bought one. He then wandered aimlessly, fiddling with the knife. At that moment, he saw a woman walking towards him from the other side of the path. As the woman drew closer, in his eyes, she slowly transformed into Zhang Hui. A surge of alcohol rushed to his head, and Zheng Hao impulsively went over and forced her into the grove…

When Wang Shuying kicked Zheng Hao off her and hurriedly ran home, it was already past 2 a.m. By then, Zheng Hao had completely lost consciousness and was asleep in the woods…

As the eastern sun once again shone quietly through the dappled leaves into the depths of the grove, Zheng Hao slowly awoke from his drunken stupor. He sluggishly got up, noticing his pants were tossed aside and his underwear was nowhere to be found. He felt incredibly frustrated. How could he have done this? Nothing had ever made him lose his temper like this before. He sighed involuntarily. Then he saw his underwear, which he had carelessly tossed about five meters away. He got up to pick it up and put it on, when suddenly he felt a burning pain in his shoulder. His shirt was stained a large patch of blood, now dried, sticking the shirt to the wound. His head also throbbed. He got up and looked around, finally recognizing the grove near his home. He put his pants back on and prepared to go home.

As Zheng Hao reached his doorstep, he suddenly remembered that his mother wasn't supposed to be at work that morning. If she saw him injured like this, she would worry terribly and might even lock him up at home to recover. At that moment, Zheng Hao thought of his mother's gentle and beautiful face, and felt an indescribable longing in his heart: it seemed that no one in the world could love him like his mother! No romantic love could compare to the bond between mother and child! Thinking of this, Zheng Hao decided it would be better to go back to school to shower and change, and then go home to see his mother, so that she wouldn't worry too much.

But as he turned around to leave, a wave of dizziness made him lose his balance, and he fell on the steps of his front door.

Inside the house, Wang Shuying hadn't slept all night. She was washing herself in the bathroom, struggling with whether or not to report the crime. If she didn't, how could she vent her anger?

But if she did report it, her fledgling business would be ruined. If it were just her, it would be alright, but her son's living expenses and tuition fees would be immediately uncertain. This was also a concern in her mind. Furthermore, there's another layer to this story, one that even Shuying herself probably doesn't want to admit. She still wanted to see her son's shoulder; she was terrified that fate would punish her for this. She kept reassuring herself: her son was so obedient, so outstanding, he would never do such a thing!

While lost in thought, she suddenly heard what sounded like someone had fallen outside the door. She didn't want to get up

, but lying there made her uneasy, so she got up and opened the door. What she saw was devastating. She saw her son, covered in blood, slumped on the steps in front of the door. She panicked and quickly helped him inside. His face was as white as paper. Wang Shuying's first thought was to rush her son to the hospital. But when she suddenly noticed that his clothes looked like they had been torn apart, her heart skipped a beat. She didn't quite believe it, but she was cautious. She quickly helped her son into the house and gently placed him on the bed. Zheng Hao had recovered and struggled to get up to take a shower. Shuying quickly said, "Lie down, Mom will help you."

"No need, I'm fine. I just slipped outside. Don't worry about me." At this moment, Zheng Hao had no idea that last night's events would change his life forever! "Okay

, then get your clothes out in a bit. Mom needs to do laundry!"

"Okay!"

Shuying could see that her son wasn't seriously injured. Perhaps… She didn't dare think further. She shook her hair and went to the bedroom, but she was still unwilling to accept it. She wanted to prove that the man from last night wasn't her son. She might feel terrible about it, but she wouldn't bear the guilt of incest. She didn't want this to really happen to her!

Finally, she couldn't sit still any longer. She had to check on his shoulder, otherwise she wouldn't have a reason to ask him to take his clothes off when he got dressed. She went to the bathroom door and gently pushed it open. She knew that when they were both taking a shower at home, they usually didn't lock the door; it seemed they were used to it. Her son was washing his hair, and his injured shoulder was right outside. Shuying saw it—deep teeth marks, like a plum blossom, seemingly already scabbed over. It looked like he had bled a lot last night. Seeing this, Shuying's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the floor, slamming the bathroom door open. "Oh God!" she cried out in her heart. "What have I done to deserve this punishment? Why?"

Zheng Hao, who was taking a shower, suddenly heard the bang as the door was forced open. His mother sat there, stunned. He rushed over and hugged his mother, even though he wasn't dressed, and slowly helped her up. "What's wrong, Mom?

Did your low blood sugar flare up again?" Shuying had slowly come to her senses. Her mind was replaying the events of last night like a movie. She could still clearly recall the feeling of his penis entering her vagina, the way it scraped against her. She could still vividly feel that sensation, but now her emotions seemed far more unbearable.

"Yes,"

she said without another word, and went back to her room.

Zheng Hao didn't know what had happened, or why his mother was angry for no reason. He thought his mother must be very tired; she had been working so hard lately! Zheng Hao understood why his mother worked so hard; he knew everything she did was for him, for him to have a better life.

Zheng Hao didn't think much of it. After taking a shower, he returned to his room and lay there trying to recall his actions from the previous night. Suddenly, he seemed to remember how he got the bite on his shoulder. He knew he had kidnapped a woman near the grove last night, but he couldn't recall what happened afterward. He realized the bite might be related to that woman! He really didn't know what he had done last night.

"Sigh!"

he sighed. "It's all that woman's fault. If I hadn't fallen in love with the wrong person, I wouldn't have lost my mind like that. I hope I didn't do anything too outrageous last night! God, please!"

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard his mother calling him from the living room. He opened the door and said, "Mom, what is it?"

"Nothing, Mom wants to talk to you!"

"Oh!"

"What did you do last night? Why are you so dirty? And injured? Did you get into a fight?"

Wang Shuying deliberately asked Zheng Hao this question.

"No, Mom, I was drinking at a classmate's house. I fell down in the grove on my way home and ended up sleeping there."

"Really? You silly child, who taught you to drink like that? You're never allowed to drink again, understand? But what time were you in the grove yesterday?"

Shuying tried to keep her tone calm.

"Around midnight? I can't quite remember."

"Oh! Really? I also went to the grove around midnight last night, but I didn't see you.

You didn't go out and do something bad, and you're too scared to tell me?" "No...no...ah! I really was drinking all night!"

"Really? I hope so, I hope you're not lying to me!"

"Mom! I won't!" Zheng Hao said, hugging Shuying and kissing her cheek.

"What are you doing?"

Shuying seemed startled, pushing Zheng Hao onto the sofa and slapping him.

"Ah!"

Zheng Hao covered his face, looking at his mother in surprise.

Shuying came to her senses and realized that treating her son this way might have made him realize something, but she could never forgive this beast. What should she do?

At this moment, Zheng Hao called out, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing! Maybe I'm just too tired from work, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, Mom. If you're really tired, just relax a bit. My program has been acquired by a factory in the south, and they'll pay me 120,000 yuan. We don't need to worry about money!"

Chapter 6

Soon, the unpleasant incident between mother and son seemed to have passed on the surface. His mother treated him as before, but there seemed to be some lingering shadows in their hearts. Zheng Hao was still regretting what he had done that night. With his intelligence, it was easy for him to deduce what he had done to that passing woman. He was constantly worried that one day the police would come knocking on his door, and then his life would be over. Under this psychological pressure, Zheng Hao was always depressed and didn't know what the purpose of his studies was. He always thought that he would spend the rest of his life in prison.

As time slowly passed, everything around seemed so peaceful. Soon, it was time for the semester to end. During this period, Zhang Hui had been cold to Zheng Hao. In Zhang Hui's heart, she didn't really dislike Zheng Hao; on the contrary, she liked him a little. However, Zhang Hui had always had a psychological barrier when it came to men. When she was very young, Zhang Hui was molested by her 17-year-old uncle. Although Zhang Hui was only 8 years old at the time, her uncle's actions were limited to touching and kissing. Because her uncle was also a child at the time, he didn't really understand the relationship between men and women. Even so, this caused immense harm to her young heart. Throughout her childhood, she developed a strong aversion to men, and her sexual orientation seemed to have shifted. She developed a particular fondness for movie actresses; beautiful women on television provided her with sexual satisfaction, but she seemed completely uninterested in real-life women. Therefore, during her eight years of studying abroad, she never had any serious relationships with any man, limiting her interactions with women to mere friendship. After returning home, she focused on her research, unwittingly keeping many potential suitors at bay. She always treated Zheng Hao like a junior, feeling no psychological pressure whatsoever, making their interactions relaxed and enjoyable. However, she couldn't escape the fate of relationships between men and women. Ever since Zheng Hao ran away from her office that day, she felt deeply remorseful. She felt it was unforgivable that such a brat would dare to treat her so badly. She had been waiting for him to apologize, but almost three months had passed and he still hadn't shown any remorse. She had already decided to forgive him, but he hadn't come, and he seemed to be attending her classes less frequently. This made Zhang Hui hesitate about whether she should really treat him that way. The

holidays were approaching, and she decided to go back to England to visit her alma mater. She hadn't been back since her last visit. After that unpleasant incident with that boy, she felt listless and tired, wanting to relax. Zheng Hao's "History of Western Literature" course had just finished, and the schedule for next semester was a lecture series on in-depth reading of original Western literature, which wasn't too demanding. She felt she could finally escape his gaze and be truly free!

Finally, the exam was over, and when the results were released, all the students were stunned. Zheng Hao, who rarely attended "History of Western Literature," came in first in the class with a score of 103. (The exam was in English, but students could answer in their native language because there were international students. However, answering in a non-native language would earn an extra 10 points.) Thus, Zheng Hao, with a score 3 points above the maximum, undisputedly won first place.

This surprised Zhang Hui. Wasn't he always skipping class? How could this be? He's smart, I know, but… This unexpected turn of events made Zhang Hui focus even more intently on Zheng Hao, searching for him on campus.

Chapter 7

Summer vacation has finally begun! Zheng Hao felt he had grown distant from his mother lately. Every time they had a chance to be alone together at night, his mother would find an excuse to leave. Zheng Hao didn't know why, but he hadn't expected his loving mother to distance herself from him because of work. Perhaps he hadn't been good enough, hadn't understood his mother's hard work, hadn't known the hardships she faced. Thinking back, ever since that incident two months ago, he felt absent-minded about everything, had never truly opened up to his mother, and had never listened to her nagging. The only time he really wanted to hear his mother talk about hosting a program recently, he realized how lacking his cultural knowledge was, how he often needed to use language effectively, but he couldn't do it. He knew his mother must have struggled. He felt he couldn't help her much, and he really felt sorry for her! Thinking of this, Zheng Hao decided to invite his mother out to dinner. His 20th birthday was in a few days, and he really wanted to have a proper meal with his mother, creating an opportunity for them to communicate.

Wang Shuying had been struggling lately, often relying on her intelligence to compensate for her lack of knowledge. Since that night she hit her son, she hadn't been able to find peace. After nearly a month of reflection, she slowly began to feel less angry with him. After all, it was unintentional; he still didn't understand why his mother was neglecting him. Thinking this, she felt it necessary to talk to her son, but she couldn't tell him about the incident. She would simply explain that she had been too tired from work, not that she didn't love him anymore. Perhaps this way, they could truly let go of the matter.

It was a Saturday night. The recording session was short, and Wang Shuying finished work before 11 pm, preparing to take a taxi home (she had always taken taxis home since that incident). But as she stepped out of the building, she saw her son standing at the door. At that moment, Wang Shuying forgot everything else, her heart filled with a warm, happy feeling: "My rascal, why did you think of picking up your mother today?"

She hadn't called him that in a long time.

“I’m on vacation, so I’m at home with nothing to do. Of course I’ll come pick Mom up every day!”

“Isn’t that good?”

“There’s another reason. 20 years ago today was Mom’s birthday. Mom brought me into this world, so of course I have to be filial to her!”

At this moment, Wang Shuying was suddenly moved to tears, completely immersed in happiness: “My son is so sensible!”

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but cup her son’s face and kiss him hard. She didn’t know if she was too nervous or too eager, but she actually kissed her son’s lips.

“Mom, I’ve made a reservation at the Wangfu Hotel. Shall we go there?”

Zheng Hao said, blushing.

“What? Wangfu? That’s so expensive! My son is so good to me!”

“Okay, let’s go.”

The two walked side by side toward the entrance of the TV station. Wang Shuying naturally linked arms with her son, who was a head taller than her. Along the way, she would greet acquaintances from time to time, always proudly introducing her son to everyone. Zheng Hao was also very happy that his mother was able to hold his arm like a lover. This made him feel his mother's soft breasts rubbing against his arm, and his heart fluttered. When he saw his mother's beautiful face, he really couldn't control his wandering thoughts. In the end, he managed to restrain himself.

The Wangfujing Hotel, after all, was a hotel befitting its status. Its opulence was undeniable; the mesmerizing lighting alone was enough to enchant. Soft, soothing music drifted softly in the air. When Zheng Hao ordered the meal, the hotel inquired very carefully about the number of men and women in his party and whether they had any particular preferences. Initially, Zheng Hao was quite annoyed. "I'm just going for a meal, are you interrogating me like this?" he thought. He was deeply displeased. However, as soon as they entered the private room he had reserved, he was immediately touched. The room was a suite-style room reserved for lovers. The outer room was brightly lit, with a table and two very comfortable sofas, one large and one small. The smaller sofa was pink, while the larger one was pure white. The room was filled with fresh flowers, mostly roses and lilies. A male and female waiter stood there, politely greeting them, "Hello! Please have a seat!" and then warmly inquired if Zheng Hao and his party had any requests.

Zheng Hao said, "Have our dishes been arranged?"

"They're all arranged, sir! Please bring them up now!"

"Yes!"

"Please wait a moment, sir and madam!"

The two waiters went downstairs, and in less than ten minutes, everything was ready, along with two bottles of 1982 vintage wine!

They were placed on the table.

"Please be seated, sir and madam! We will be waiting outside for your call. Also, since our walls are soundproofed, please press this call bell if needed!"

"Okay!"

The two waiters left one after the other, closing the door to the private room behind them. The light in the room dimmed slightly, but it wasn't gloomy; four red candles burned quietly.

"Mom, the music is so beautiful. Let me dance with you, as a way for your son to show his filial piety, okay?"

"Where did you learn such pretentious things!"

Wang Shuying laughed heartily, scolding her son, but still happily stood up. Her son came over, put his arm around her waist, and took her soft little hand, dancing slowly to the music. At this moment, Wang Shuying felt as if she were floating in the air, her heart constantly rising. She longed for the happiness of twenty years ago to return, for her husband, that handsome counter-espionage hero, to launch another relentless offensive. She knew that she hadn't been able to resist it then, and now she was even less likely to resist this offensive, which was far more intense than before. Slowly, she felt her heart float out of her body, slowly turning into air that filled the room, being absorbed little by little by her son. Her dance steps began to falter, as if she wanted her entire body to fall onto her son's neck and drape over his arm. Wang Shuying was unaware that her heart was... Her body was opened by her son on the very day he possessed her, but neither he nor she knew. She only knew she hated him and feared the sin of incest would befall her and her son. She didn't know that from the moment her son penetrated her, she had been constantly anticipating that moment again. Every day, she painfully recalled the process of her son's glans sliding through her vagina. She could still clearly remember that day when her son thrust into her body nearly a thousand times. She could still feel the hot liquid he ejaculated slowly flowing through her uterus. At that time, her heart was filled with hatred, but she knew he was finished, so why didn't she push him away immediately? She thought about all of this so much, but she just couldn't understand it! (
Chapter 8, June 19)

The music continued, her son's hands were still wrapped around her waist, and she could no longer control herself. In the instant her son embraced her, all the questions she hadn't understood these past few days suddenly became clear: her son had long since replaced her father in her heart.

When Wang Shuying understood this, she felt a great sense of relief. There's no greater, more intense feeling than knowing what you want. Yes, she knew she wouldn't do that with her son again; she didn't want him to bear the burden of incest. But she would no longer feel remorse for having been with him. On the contrary, this beautiful memory would become a source of joy for her future. Thinking this, all the knots in her heart untied. She understood that she lived for her son. Being able to give herself to him once without causing him psychological distress—what a wonderful thing! Why would she care about the slight grievance she suffered that day? However, she didn't regret biting her son's shoulder. Now, seeing the permanent scar on his shoulder made her vagina throb. Before, it was painful, but now it was pleasurable!

Zheng Hao held his mother in his arms, a tender and affectionate expression emanating from her face. He felt an overwhelming happiness in his heart. He knew his mother must be thinking of his father. In the past, whenever they talked about their father, his mother would always show this expression. Zheng Hao understood that making his mother happy was his lifelong wish. He knew how much hardship his mother had endured for him; now that life was finally better, he was determined to make her experience a joy that other mothers could not. He was determined to do his best.

The following dinner unfolded entirely like a lovers' dinner. Their conversation was that of a couple deeply in love, but everything remained confined to words, without any overt physical contact. Wang Shuying called Zheng Hao "husband," and Zheng Hao called Wang Shuying "darling." They kissed each other's lips, but without putting their tongues inside each other's mouths. Zheng Hao diligently played the role of a father, but within the bounds of propriety. They spent a sleepless night together, happiness overflowing from the depths of their hearts.

The next morning, the two of them slept in each other's arms in Wang Shuying's bedroom. The intimacy between mother and son returned to what it was when the son was just starting elementary school. Back then, the father was often away working, and neither mother nor son knew what he was busy with. They only knew that they couldn't ask him about his affairs. The son became Wang Shuying's only comfort during her youthful years. Every night when she slept, she would hold her son tightly in her arms, which satisfied him, as he could easily touch his mother's breasts. But now, the son had grown up, a head and a back taller than her. Now it was no longer her holding him tightly in her arms, but rather the son holding her in his arms. At this moment, Wang Shuying was like a little bird needing protection, quietly resting in her owner's arms, enjoying the broad embrace.

Throughout the summer vacation, their home was filled with an ambiguous yet harmonious atmosphere. Zheng Hao firmly believed that by doing his best as a father, he might bring his mother spiritual comfort, and perhaps even rejuvenate her a second youth.

Chapter 9

Summer vacation passed quickly, and Zheng Hao returned to school to begin his junior year. The only difference was that Zhang Hui no longer had classes with their class every week. Instead, she only had an elective course once a week with a morning lecture. Although the grade was good, it was worth 1 credit. However, if she took other elective courses, she could also get the same credit.

Logically, Zheng Hao had no need to choose Zhang Hui's class, but when making the selection, no one could have imagined that Zheng Hao would inexplicably end up in Zhang Hui's "Original Text Intensive Reading" classroom, Class 3. It seemed that everything was predestined, and the answer to all the outcomes could be found in the causes of their past lives. Perhaps the fate between Zhang Hui and Zheng Hao was the unfinished affection from their previous lives. When Zhang Hui saw Zheng Hao walk in through the door, she actually teared up in front of more than two hundred students. At that moment, she happened to be reading the most famous line from Jane Eyre: "Do you think because I am poor, obscure, plain, I am soulless and heartless? I have as much soul as you and fully as much heart. And if God gifted me wealth and beauty, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you." The students present all thought that the teacher was moved by the emotionally charged words, and no one noticed Zheng Hao walking in through the door. But Zheng Hao knew that the teacher's reaction shouldn't just be because of that line that many people had read so poorly.

Throughout the lesson, Zheng Hao's eyes never left Zhang Hui's face. Occasionally, when their eyes met, they would quickly look away. Zhang Hui's lesson on "Jane Eyre" was also extremely passionate, so much so that most of the students stood up and applauded at the end of the class. At this moment, Zhang Hui actually showed the shyness of a little girl, and left the classroom without saying a word. Many male students were captivated by the girlish charm she displayed. Three days after the class, Zhang Hui called Zheng Hao to her office under the pretext of selecting a course contact person. When they were alone together, Zheng Hao felt very awkward and inexplicably uneasy. When he looked up at Zhang Hui, he noticed a hint of panic in her eyes. "Please sit wherever you like."

"Okay, it's alright. I've been sitting all morning, but you've been standing the whole time. You should sit!"

"Heh! You're quite considerate now, aren't you?"

"I've always been considerate, but sometimes I care about the wrong people, and I get beaten up!"

"No, I'm not like that! I didn't..."

"What do you mean, not like that? I wouldn't dare say that about you, teacher."

"I was just saying that in anger,"

Zhang Hui said, glancing up to see Zheng Hao's eyes constantly darting down her collar and inside her clothes. "But calling you a scoundrel now really isn't wrong!"

Zheng Hao blushed and changed the subject: "Did you want to see me for something, teacher?"

"Can't I think about you even if there's nothing wrong?"

Zhang Hui didn't want to end the conversation. "You know, your teacher is over twenty years older than you! Your sudden change of heart really left me unsure what to do. Although I'm not conservative, I felt that our feelings for each other should be pure. But after these past few months, I thought I'd forget you quickly. Who knew that every time I tried to stop thinking about you, you'd quickly fill my mind? I can't prepare lessons well, I can't teach fluently, I can't organize my life, and I can't forget you. Maybe you don't know, but I've always held prejudices against men. I can't accept..." "Man, ever since you came into my life, I've slowly started to be able to interact normally with men. But I never imagined you would disappoint me like that. At first, I couldn't accept it; I thought you were a bit of a pervert, that you must be a mother-fixator. But as time went on, I found myself disappointing myself even more. I can't forget you, I can't forget your kisses, I can't forget your embrace that made me weak. I didn't know men could have such attraction. I know I've been conquered by you. Whether you're just playing around or genuinely like me, I'm willing to accept it. Really, now you're holding a knife; kill me, spare me, it's up to you!"

"No way! Teacher, you're making it sound so serious! Actually, you know, I can tell, you know, I really love you, don't you think?"

"Hehe! You're smart, Xiao Hao, really, if I didn't see you truly love me, why would I have said those words of killing and sparing!"

"So you were testing me! No, I'm going to punish you!"

Zheng Hao stood up and slowly walked towards Zhang Hui. Zhang Hui nervously asked, "What are you going to do?"

A deep fear was revealed in Zhang Hui's eyes. No one knew this was the struggle within her; she was trying to untie a knot in her heart that she had held for years for the man she loved. Although she had made up her mind, the psychological pain was far from easy. But Zheng Hao had already grabbed Zhang Hui's hand and pulled her into his arms. Zhang Hui involuntarily closed her eyes, looking completely helpless. Zhang Hui's expression made Zheng Hao, who had been trying so hard to keep a straight face, suddenly burst into laughter. But Zhang Hui seemed stunned, staring blankly at Zheng Hao: "Zheng Hao, do you take good care of your family at home? I feel like a little girl in front of you. I have a special feeling today, a feeling of great peace in my heart. I've never felt so fulfilled in my lonely past."

"Really? I don't think so. I've always felt quite dependent on you, and because I really care about you so much! So I haven't been interested in anything lately. Actually, I know there's an age gap between us, but I can't forget your gentle smile. Every time I'm quiet, I'm unconsciously infected by you. You came out of my mind, walked up to me, and kissed my eyes!"

At this moment, Zheng Hao kissed Zhang Hui's lips, and all the outpourings returned to calm.

Chapter 10

If the passion of desire is suppressed, then it will surely erupt more fiercely. Zheng Hao was like that now. When their lips met, nothing could separate them anymore. The office walls turned pink, and at this moment, Zhang Hui was simply accepting and enduring.

Zheng Hao's hands slowly climbed those two peaks; those virgin peaks had indeed been idle for too long, needing someone who knew how to appreciate them to cultivate them. Unlike last time, Zheng Hao didn't slip his hand under Zhang Hui's skirt, but slowly unbuttoned the first button of her short-sleeved shirt. Zheng Hao could clearly feel Zhang Hui trembling.

Knowing her childhood experiences, Zheng Hao was trying to be as gentle as possible, trying to give Zhang Hui some time. However, Zheng Hao was, after all, young, and the impulse of love was like a nuclear reactor—how could he control it? Once it erupted, there was no turning back! Soon, Zhang Hui was like a peeled, hard-boiled egg—white, tender, smooth, and moist. A few words escaped from her mouth: "Can you carry me upstairs?"

"Yes!"

Zheng Hao picked up his teacher, Ms. Zhang, and rushed up the stairs as fast as he could. On the snow-white sheets covering Zhang Hui's bed, Zheng Hao placed her there. At that moment, Zhang Hui witnessed a spectacle. She had never seen anyone undress so quickly, but Zheng Hao had done it. Soon they were completely naked before each other. Zhang Hui became even more nervous. For the first time, she saw his penis, as thick as an infant's arm, proudly erect, defiantly showing itself to her. She involuntarily closed her eyes, but fluid began to seep from her tightly closed slit. Zheng Hao got into bed and slowly kissed Zhang Hui's body. Under Zheng Hao's gaze, Zhang Hui's delicate, petite body began to glow with a rosy light. A small shadow appeared between her legs, and from her delicate head and shoulders to her slender waist and straight legs, a beautiful, rounded curve flowed smoothly down. She blushed slightly under Zheng Hao's gaze, gently covering her chest and genitals with her hands, and whispered, "Hao, your thing is really big. Are all men's things this big?"

Zheng Hao, panting, stroked the inside of her smooth, lovely thighs, slowly parting her legs. Zhang Hui resisted reservedly, but didn't hold out for long before giving up and obediently opening her legs. Her thighs were very firm, disproportionate to her age, like the thighs of a woman in her twenties or thirties. The flesh at the base of her thighs was bright red, without any signs of age. She was a virgin, and a virgin at only forty-two years old! Her body was so fresh, white, smooth, and tender. At this moment, Zheng Hao abandoned all pretense about his past and kissed her labia with his extremely inexperienced lips, extending his tongue to slowly lick her clitoris along the slit. Zhang Hui curled up, trying to escape Zheng Hao's licking: "Don't lick there... it's so itchy... don't... you bad guy, why... won't you listen..." "Words! ...Hmm! ... " At this moment, Zhang Hui, who had no experience, involuntarily began to moan: "Okay, my body is so sore... I have no... strength... at all! Okay... can you hug me...?" Zheng Hao and Zhang Hui were equally inexperienced, only instinctively knowing that they could do it after hugging, so he abandoned the foreplay and immediately lay down on her. Zhang Hui didn't know how to cooperate. Although she had heard about it abroad, she had never actually done it. This was a real fight right from the start, and she really didn't know how to respond. Fortunately, Zheng Hao had already tried it with his mother. Whether he was sober or confused, he had done it once. Zheng Hao lifted Zhang Hui's legs and aimed his penis at the top of Zhang Hui's vulva. They both let out a sound at the same time. Zheng Hao felt as if he had been hit by a small bean, which hurt. Zhang Hui was in a terrible state. The virgin Zhang Hui couldn't withstand such intense stimulation. She couldn't help but groan, "Oh! You bad boy, not there!"

Zheng Hao, showing no mercy, immediately moved downwards after his first attempt failed, gently nudging the urethra. "Ah! You made a mistake, you little rascal, oh!...bad..."

Zheng Hao finally realized what was happening. He launched another attack, his thick penis plunging into the vaginal opening. Just as the tip of his penis entered, he felt something blocking his advance. Zhang Hui and Zheng Hao both knew this was the final hurdle of their union. Knowing he had to press on, Zheng Hao thrust downwards with all his might.

"Ah!...It hurts...it hurts!...Stop...!"

Zheng Hao knew he had broken through and was very proud. Zhang Hui tightened the muscles around her vagina, trying to squeeze out the uninvited guest. However, her little pussy didn't listen to her, only tightly gripping the monk's body, not letting it move even a little!

"Husband! It hurts so much!"

At this moment, Zhang Hui's way of addressing him had changed very naturally.

"Yes! Every woman's first time is like this! Baby, you really shouldn't have let your little pussy stay idle for so long!"

"You bad boy! I'll beat you to death! What do you mean by 'idle for so long'? If it had been developed earlier, would it have been yours?"

"But that's true! It seems that God had already made arrangements, and He was sure to make you wait for me!"

"Oh! Yes, God had already given me to you!"

"Baby! Are you feeling better?"

This question made Zhang Hui really feel the presence of that thick thing in her body. Her shyness was palpable. "Yes, it doesn't hurt as much as before!"

"Can I move a little?"

"Okay! Gently!"

"I moved!"

"I can feel it, it feels like something is scraping and scratching inside my pussy!... Ah... my pussy is so...

sore!..." "Baby! Your vagina is so tight, I feel layers upon layers, sucking... my head!"

"You bad boy! I didn't... suck... you!"

"You are... an... invader! Oh! But I like being... invaded by you! Oh! You went in too deep... ah!... touched my... I don't know... what... ah!"

"I can feel it too, is that the legendary uterus?!"

"I feel like I'm going to heaven!"

At this moment, Zheng Hao suddenly pulled out his penis, and Zhang Hui was thrown from the peak of fullness to the valley of emptiness.

"Ah! I want it! Baby, put it in!"

Zhang Hui really wanted to get that guy who had run away back into her again, but she was weak all over and had no strength. Helpless, she could only plead, "Husband, put your little darling in! She won't dare to upset you anymore. Let her be your mattress from now on, okay? To be your bed forever!"

Zheng Hao didn't hesitate. Hearing such soft and lewd words, how could he resist? "Wife!

I'm coming!" Zheng Hao began to thrust erratically, each time hitting Zhang Hui's cervix hard. Slowly, the cervix was forced open, and the head of her penis was taken in, slowly sucking. Zheng Hao couldn't control himself and began to ejaculate into her little mouth. Only then did Zheng Hao remember to look at Zhang Hui, but he only saw her eyes rolling back and her body convulsing!

At this moment, Zheng tried to move his penis, but it was firmly held in place and he couldn't move at all. This continued for almost half a minute until Zhang Hui slowly relaxed him. Zhang Hui, as if exhausted, had no strength left: "Darling! I... just... died!"

"Me too, it felt so much better than masturbation!"

"Oh dear, baby, you're bleeding!"

"Yes! Good man, this is something I'm proud of! I gave you my first time!"

"I love you so much!"

Chapter 11

When Zheng Hao returned to his dormitory, his legs were weak. He lay on his bed, thinking back and forth. He had never felt this way when he masturbated before, but he felt something similar when he did it in the woods after drinking. He wondered what it was like. He also wondered who that person was. Zheng Hao fell asleep while thinking.

The courses seemed to fly by, and winter break was approaching again. Being a junior in college felt quite different from the previous two years; there was more time to reflect on the past. Meanwhile, her mother's program seemed to be struggling, with ratings declining for six consecutive weeks. This worried the station's leadership and the program's main sponsor. Wang Shuying was especially anxious, feeling that her program, which she had created with her limited intelligence, now seemed disgusting in retrospect. She had spoken with the station director and the company's board members multiple times, ultimately concluding that she needed to recharge and learn. Her previous factory training was no longer sufficient. Finally, the station and the sponsoring company jointly funded Wang Shuying's study abroad program in Australia for a year to a year and a half. However, Wang Shuying, while seeing this as a windfall for other hosts, didn't seem particularly enthusiastic. She had her own concerns. At 45, her age seemed to be a disadvantage for studying abroad. If her academic performance wasn't good, would she be able to live up to the company's investment? This was a point she couldn't ignore, and most importantly, her beloved son was only a junior in college. Who would take care of him for the next year and a half? Although he was only 21 years old and rarely came home, she still had a home! Thus, Wang Shuying found herself in a dilemma. She had no choice but to call her son, who was taking his entrance exams, home to discuss the matter.

Initially, her son was all for it, but when he realized he might not be able to live with his mother for over a year, he felt very disappointed. However, he also felt that things couldn't continue like this. Several times, classmates had started mocking her while watching her programs. After several discussions and deliberations, they finally decided that sending him to Australia to study would be better, giving Zheng Hao an opportunity to learn independence.

After nearly half a month of preparation, on the second day of Zheng Hao's school holiday, the itinerary was finally finalized: a flight the day after tomorrow at noon. Snowflakes were falling outside, blanketing the house in white. Wang Shuying, knowing she would be leaving in two days and wouldn't see her son for at least six months, felt a pang of sadness. Fortunately, Zheng Hao kept trying to lighten the mood and keep the atmosphere lively.

Seeing the snow outside, Wang Shuying decided to prepare a special dinner for her son to enjoy the next two days together. Early in the morning, she braved the snow to buy many of her son's favorite dishes, as well as a large quantity of beer, red wine, and white wine, ensuring a wider selection for their evening dinner.

Chapter 12.

Finally, darkness fell, and the snow outside intensified. Inside, it was warm and cozy. The mother and son, dressed in their pajamas, were busy preparing their dinner. Everything was ready; the red wine was opened, and the beer was poured. Zheng Hao went to turn off the lights and lit candles. The red candles and yellow flames illuminated the mother and son in the candlelight.

"First of all, I wish you a safe journey, Mom. I'll definitely come to see you this summer!"

"Okay!"

Wang Shuying was a little downcast, but seeing her son's happy face, she was infected by his joy. "Yes, son, Mom will be waiting for you then, and I'll definitely learn a lot of Australian dishes to cook for you!"

"Yes! But Mom, I'm still a little worried!"

"Why?"

"Mom is too beautiful. I'm worried she'll find me a foreign dad, and I don't want that!"

"You brat, are you trying to get yourself killed? Saying that about your mother!"

Although Wang Shuying was scolding her son, she was still happy to see the lecherous look in his eyes. After all, her son was praising her! And it seemed like he was praising her as a woman! This made Wang Shuying's heart flutter. She suddenly remembered that night half a year ago. At this moment, Wang Shuying seemed to be able to clearly recall the feeling of that glans penetrating her vagina. Yes! He is not only my son now, but also my man!

Thinking of this, Shuying blushed slightly, a shy expression unconsciously shimmering in her eyes.

"Mom looks especially beautiful tonight!"

Zheng Hao seemed to notice Wang Shuying's unusual expression and added, "Mom looks like my lover!"

"Heh...you naughty boy, daring to take advantage of your mother!"

But she followed with something neither she nor Zheng Hao expected: "Would you dare accept me as your lover?"

Zheng Hao was completely taken aback by his mother's words and didn't know what to say for a moment: "Yes! Yes!

I'd love to!" This was the tone he usually used when talking to classmates, but he'd inadvertently used it here.

Mother and son continued drinking and chatting. Finally, when they both remembered to check how much they'd drunk, Wang Shuying could no longer stand steadily, and Zheng Hao also felt a little lightheaded. His eyes seemed to be blurry; Zhang Hui's face and his mother's face alternated in front of him. He knew he'd had a bit too much, but his mind was still clear.

"Mom! Shall we dance?"

Zheng Hao said, playing a very soothing piece of music. Wang Shuying was pulled by her son from the dining table to the center of the living room. The two stood barefoot on the carpet, embracing and swaying gently to the music. Soon, their dance changed from a formal ballroom dance to a lovers' intimate dance. Zheng Hao's hands slowly encircled Wang Shuying's slender waist, while Wang Shuying tightly hugged her son's neck. They gazed at each other silently. At that moment, Zheng Hao seemed to see indulgence in his mother's eyes. However, Zheng Hao had always considered himself a child who conformed to societal standards; he had never dared to imagine doing anything to his mother. So, when he clearly sensed his mother's indulgence, he still believed it was a form of love—maternal love! But when his mother tiptoed, brought her lips to his, and closed her eyes, Zheng Hao clearly felt her passion. He couldn't resist the allure of those bright red lips. He lowered his head and kissed her. At first, Zheng Hao thought his mother would be a more intimate lover like she had been at the Wangfu Hotel that day. But instead, he felt her open her lips, her tongue entering his mouth, searching for his, and their tongues intertwining. His mother was sucking on his saliva, and at the same time, Zheng Hao was desperately swallowing her saliva.

Zheng Hao's hands slowly moved downwards, stroking and pressing his mother's buttocks and waist. His mother cooperated, tiptoeing and pressing her genitals against his. Zheng Hao could clearly feel the soft folds of her genitals rubbing against his already erect penis. Wang Shuying suddenly released their tightly pressed lips, looking at her son with eyes that seemed to spit fire: "Son! Do you love your mother?"

"Yes!"

"Mom is leaving soon, but I don't want to lose my son. I love you, and it's not just the kind of love a mother has for her son. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, Mom, I understand! Actually, Mom, when I was little, probably around 13 or 14 years old, I was just beginning to have feelings for women. At that time, Mom was a contradiction in my heart. I kept wondering if Mom was a woman, because I vaguely knew that Mom couldn't be loved as a woman. Although I didn't know what love between men and women was at the time, I had a vague impression. I also knew that when I grew up, I would marry a girl my own age. But I didn't know why I would dream about Mom every time I had a wet dream?"

"Really? Oh! My son!" Wang Shuying was deeply moved by her son's honesty, which revealed to her that besides the love between mother and son, her son harbored another kind of affection. If he had confessed this before she lost her virginity to him, she might have slapped him and scolded him for his rebellious nature. But now, hearing his words, she felt incredibly happy. Her efforts for her son had not been in vain; she had finally received his reciprocation. Wasn't this the affection she had been hoping for since that night? Although she had always been unwilling to admit it, she was overjoyed that her son could say it like this!

Her mind was racing, but her body was still in her son's arms. She didn't know when his hand had slipped inside her pajama bottoms and was caressing her buttocks. When she clearly felt his hand, it began to slowly pull down her pajama bottoms. Wang Shuying was actually a hundred times willing, but she still resisted her son. But Zheng Hao was no longer the same Zheng Hao who had been rejected by Zhang Hui the first time. Back then, he was still shy, but after six months of dating Zhang Hui, while he wouldn't call himself a complete Casanova or a playboy, and although he had only had sexual relations with Zhang Hui (he himself didn't know that he had already slept with his mother; his virginity was with his own mother), he had completely conquered Zhang Hui. He could now accurately grasp the direction and speed of things between men and women. Now, if he started flirting with Zhang Hui, she was completely unable to control herself. Many times, before Zheng Hao even penetrated her, Zhang Hui would experience an orgasm. Now, as soon as his hand touched Zhang Hui's skin, she would quickly go limp and let him do as he pleased. Seeing that his mother was about to refuse, Zheng Hao, regardless of whether she was genuinely refusing or not, kissed her on the lips, forcing her to wrap her arms around his neck. At this moment, Zheng Hao had already successfully exposed his mother's buttocks and genitals. Wang Shuying had stopped dancing with her son and stood there waiting for his further actions. Suddenly, Zheng Hao picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Shuying knew that what was coming had finally arrived.

On the bed in the bedroom, Wang Shuying no longer wanted to feign refusal. At this moment, mother and son were completely in sync. Their bond, built over twenty years of communication, was now perfectly intertwined. They understood each other's feelings long ago. Wang Shuying's only thought was to avoid blushing with shame. She so desperately wanted to witness the moment her son possessed her again. She knew he was still striving for what he believed to be his first sexual experience with his mother. Wang Shuying felt a pang of reluctance. She really wanted to tell her son, "You've already possessed my body; you don't need to break free from your inner barriers anymore." But she held back. She didn't want to shatter her son's feelings of being overwhelmed by this forbidden love.

Ah! Her son began to unhook his bra. At this moment, Wang Shuying really wanted to see what kind of expression her son would have when he saw her breasts. But she couldn't help but groan. Her eyes narrowed. Her son's caresses on her breasts had already made her weak and numb. Wang Shuying really didn't know why she had become so sensitive. This was just touching her breasts, and she was already so vulnerable. If he were to penetrate her, she would... Ugh! She couldn't even imagine it. But that wretched hand didn't stop its actions because of Wang Shuying's shameful state. Her modesty was gone, leaving her only in dark red lace panties. Her son didn't seem to be in a hurry to remove her; he was sucking on one of her nipples, intently allowing it, while his other hand gently teased and caressed the other breast. "Oh!... It's coming... But... Can't... Ah!... It's really... so shameful... Ah!" Wang Shuying

murmured in her throat, "Oh God!... Mom... Your... Little... Darling... Hurry... Let... Me... Die...!"

Hearing his mother's words, Zheng Hao, whose brain was already flooded with desire, could no longer hesitate. He could no longer hold back. Waves of pleasure spread from his perineum throughout his body. He wanted to ejaculate immediately, but he still forced himself to endure it and pulled off his mother's dark red panties. Zheng Hao stared blankly at the brown cloud where his mother's legs met, a smooth and beautiful veil concealing his mother's paradise. He was captivated by the beauty of his birthplace, and his previous desire vanished instantly, replaced by curiosity and adoration in his eyes. He began to explore the sacred place he longed for, his fingers gently parting Wang Shuying's petals and groping inside. He was already on top of her, his head between her legs. Her thighs involuntarily parted, revealing her butterfly-like labia to Zheng Hao. A small opening in her pink vulva twitched incessantly, while her own exit was tightly squeezed together, revealing only a narrow slit. Zheng Hao couldn't wait any longer. He forcefully spread his mother's thighs to widen her vaginal opening. His desire returned, filling him with a throbbing fullness, his veins bulging. He quickly became naked, placing the head of his penis at the entrance of his mother's vagina. At this moment, the gift his mother had prepared for her son—a gentle, viscous fluid—was overflowing from her honeyed depths. Finally, Zheng Hao was so excited that he almost lost his balance and suddenly leaned forward.

"Ah! He...entered!"

"Mom! I'm back!"

The soft vaginal walls wrapped around his penis, the constant flow of vaginal fluid lubricating his advancing glans.

Zheng Hao felt as if he had entered a warm, damp little room, every part of which was tightly pressed against him, enveloping and entwining him.

Wang Shuying could no longer think clearly; the intense pleasure from her son's penis was too overwhelming, causing a temporary lack of blood flow to her brain. Meanwhile, her clitoris was engorged with blood, protruding as much as possible to receive her son's repeated thrusts. She began to thrust her body forcefully to match her son's rhythm. When she regained consciousness, she knew that in over forty years, she had never felt like a wild horse galloping across the bed, with her son as the rider. She desperately pushed and swayed. Finally, after nearly twenty minutes of this struggle, she felt her strength waning. Her uterus began to contract with each thrust, and although the vaginal fluid gushing out hadn't yet become a flood, she knew in her heart that it was on the verge of bursting. But the son didn't stop trying to tame his mother; he wanted to completely conquer her. Each time, he thrust deeply and accurately into the wall of her uterus, his glans gliding over the soft, elastic opening before withdrawing again for another thrust. Wang Shuying finally ejaculated, her vaginal fluids gushing from her uterus and vaginal walls. At this moment, Zheng Hao's penis suddenly lost its target. Bathed in the hot fluid, he felt a pleasurable contraction, but just as he was about to ejaculate, the opening of her uterus, which he had been thrusting into, opened like a small mouth, rhythmically sucking and purring at his glans.

"Ah! Mom! I can't hold on any longer, I'm going to cum!"

"Ah! My God! My soul... has flown... away... my man... my God...

I... will do anything for you..." For the next two days, aside from necessary meals and bathroom breaks, Wang Shuying and Zheng Hao spent almost all their time in bed together. Zheng Hao seemed to want to use all his passion and energy to insert his penis into his mother's vagina as much as possible. Each time, his mother would tightly wrap her legs around her son's waist, tightening her vagina, as if afraid his penis would escape. But how could she know that her son wanted to use all his energy and passion... His son squeezed into his mother's body, and she could only begin to enjoy his gentle penetration again...

Chapter 13

No matter how much they cherished these two days, time could not stop on that enchanting winter night. Finally, Wang Shuying's study trip began. The atmosphere of departure enveloped Wang Shuying's home. Her luggage was packed, and people who came to see her off had arrived downstairs. Surprisingly, Director Wang himself came. It was said that he never saw off even the most important people in the station when they went out to study. This made Wang Shuying feel satisfied, after all, everyone wants to feel like an important person!

When Wang Shuying was about to board the plane, she began to cry, holding her son tightly in her arms. Everyone knew that they had a deep bond between mother and son, but they did not know that their relationship had undergone a tremendous change in the past two days. For them, what they had to say goodbye to now was not only their mother and son, but also their lovers!

The sorrow of parting seemed to grow stronger with each passing day! But the time for parting still came. Wang Shuying was finally boarding the plane. After waving goodbye to everyone, Zheng Hao helped his mother put her luggage on the plane. Suddenly, Wang Shuying kissed her son's lips, and as if remembering something, whispered in his ear, "These two days are my ovulation period!"

Finally, the plane took off into the blue sky. Zheng Hao watched it fly away reluctantly, then turned and got into a taxi with Zhang Hui, who had come with him to see his mother off. The whole way, his mind kept replaying his mother's words, but he still couldn't understand them. Because he didn't understand women; he was still just a child!

Seeing that Zheng Hao hadn't spoken the whole way, Zhang Hui assumed he was still immersed in the sadness of parting from his mother, so she didn't initiate conversation. After an hour's drive back, Zheng Hao still didn't understand his mother's meaning, but he knew it was a secret between his mother and him, something she couldn't ask others. Therefore, he quickly put the matter aside, leaving only his longing for his mother behind.

That night, Zheng Hao didn't stay at home. Perhaps he was afraid that seeing his family's belongings would trigger feelings of longing for his mother. Besides, he was definitely an adult now, and if he did, he would be ridiculed as having a mother complex (although that was true, he didn't want to be the butt of jokes). He also didn't go back to school with Zhang Hui. Firstly, to avoid suspicion; his classmates seemed to have noticed their somewhat ambiguous relationship lately, and some had been joking with him. Secondly, he wanted to rest; he had exhausted himself these past two days. He felt like his penis had spent more time inside his mother's vagina than outside, even though it wasn't constantly moving.

Back in his dorm, he saw a text message from Zhang Hui. It said she saw him at the school gate, but seeing his somber expression, she didn't call out to him and wouldn't disturb him that night, hoping he could get some rest. This was one of the reasons Zheng Hao was fascinated by Zhang Hui. She possessed the charm, tolerance, and understanding of a mature woman, which made him feel no pressure in her presence. Thinking about this, his current anxieties surfaced. He began to doubt the sincerity of his love. In his mind, he couldn't decide whether Zhang Hui or his mother was better. However, one thing he was clear about was that if he had to choose, he might choose to hurt himself rather than either of them! He realized he had fallen in love with both of them.

It was the first Sunday after his mother's passing. Zheng Hao finished a paper and, as usual, went to Zhang Hui's office. He knocked, but no one answered. Seeing the door ajar, he cautiously pushed it open and slowly walked in, intending to startle Zhang Hui. However, he didn't see Zhang Hui at her desk; she was usually writing there at this time. Zheng Hao heard someone vomiting in the bathroom. Not knowing what was wrong, he rushed over and found Zhang Hui retching against the toilet. Seeing Zheng Hao enter, her face flushed red, and she snapped at him, "Why didn't you knock before coming in?"

But then she thought, that was a bit of a stretch. He always had that right; her embarrassment was his fault. He should take responsibility for her coming. Looking at the boy in front of her, and imagining herself, she suddenly felt a little shy. However, she wasn't entirely sure. Her period, which was supposed to start over, seemed to have ended more than half a month ago, but she hadn't paid much attention. Maybe it wasn't! She hadn't been eating well these past few days. Zhang Hui wasn't sure either, but she warned herself that she absolutely couldn't let him stay there tonight. If he did, neither of them could resist, and if they hurt the child, it would be too late to regret it. After all, she was 43 years old. For the sake of this belated child, she had to be extra careful!

"You're here?"

"Yes! What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Maybe I ate something bad!"

You brat, you've done this mess yourself, and you still ask me what's wrong.

"Oh! Really? Did you take your medicine?"

"It's okay, I think I'll be fine soon!"

Humph! Soon? Zhang Hui, Zhang Hui, what's gotten into you? Soon? If that's the case, I'll tie you up with this rope for life! You brat, you've ruined my life! Where's the carefree Zhang Hui of the past? Oh!

"Shall I help you to bed?"

"Hey! Let's make this clear! You can't be here today! It's not convenient for me."

"No way! You're not feeling well, I should stay here and take care of you!"

"No! I can't rest well with you here!"

Zhang Hui blushed as she spoke. Zheng Hao saw Zhang Hui blush and knew what she was thinking. Thinking about it, he realized that he used to say the same thing, but he never kept his word. Either he couldn't resist or she took the initiative. Maybe he should go back to his own place for a while. He stayed with Zhang Hui for a while, and seeing that she was indeed alright, he left with peace of mind.

The next day, Zhang Hui had classes in the morning, but went to the hospital in the afternoon. A doctor examined her and performed tests. When the results came back, the doctor called her into his office and asked if she had become pregnant accidentally, as she was almost 50 days along. He advised her to terminate the pregnancy as soon as possible, as it might not be as good later due to her age. Zhang Hui was a little unhappy, saying it was her first pregnancy and she didn't want to terminate it; she was trying to save her pregnancy.

The doctor quickly apologized and told her about precautions for older mothers, emphasizing that she should abstain from intercourse during the first and last three months, and also avoid vigorous activity during the intercourse period.

Zhang Hui left the obstetrics and gynecology department blushing, feeling both angry and amused about her actions. She had been dating a boy 22 years younger than her and was pregnant with his child; she really didn't know what to do.

And so, Zhang Hui returned home (to her office) with trepidation. Lying on her bed, she thought and thought, realizing she couldn't just give birth to the child in China. He was only in third grade, and whether their relationship would last was still uncertain. At his age, impulsiveness was normal, and she loved him and didn't want to cause him trouble. But she couldn't bear to be apart from him for even a minute! Without him by her side, she felt utterly alone! What should she do? Zhang Hui didn't know what to do either! She checked the time; it was 6 o'clock. Zheng Hao had class in the afternoon; he should be finished soon. Just then, she heard the doorbell ring! She wanted to run downstairs to open the door, but suddenly stopped. She slowly made her way down, step by step, and opened the door. Zheng Hao came in and hugged her tightly: "Baby! I've missed you so much!"

Zhang Hui, startled, quickly pushed Zheng Hao away: "Be gentle! Put me down."

"What's wrong? Are you still feeling unwell?"

At this moment, Zhang Hui suddenly overturned her previous decision. She thought he was her father and had the right to know: "Yes, I went to the hospital this afternoon. There's something I need you to know. I'm pregnant."

"What?"

Zheng Hao's first reaction was shock, followed by overwhelming joy.

"Is it true? My little baby?"

"You're so happy? Have you thought about our situation? You're still in school, and there's such a big age gap between us. The school will be in an uproar!"

"What do I care? I don't care! Doesn't the law say college students can't get married and have children?"

"You! A child is still a child! For your sake, and for ours..."

"What? You're not thinking of aborting the child, are you?! Don't even think about it! If you do that, I'll never forgive you."

"What are you saying? I didn't! I love you, and I love our child even more. I won't! Darling, don't be impulsive, let me finish! I want you to do one thing: you must get your mother's permission. Then I'll go to Australia and live with her. That way, I'll have someone to take care of me there, and you won't have to worry about us. Also, I can come into your family with peace of mind! And a university in Sydney is inviting me to lecture; I can be a visiting professor there for a while, and that will solve the problem."

"Okay! But..."

Zheng Hao suddenly remembered the vows he made to his mother before she left, and now he was in a dilemma. He really didn't know what to do.

Seeing the troubled look on Zheng Hao's face, Zhang Hui thought that her age might be a problem: "Don't worry, husband, since I love you, I won't care about titles or status. But I think since I've given birth to your child, your mother should know where the child came from, right? Actually, I could have given birth at my parents' house, but I feel that since it's your child, it should have come into this world under its grandmother's care, shouldn't it?"

"No, baby! You misunderstood me. I just don't want you to go far away. What will I do without you?"

"Oh! You're still thinking about yourself even now! Even after all this, you still intend to use me as your sex toy?"

Zhang Hui said, making a suggestive gesture.

"No! Boss, teacher, wife, mom, I didn't think that way!"

The two burst into laughter.

"Alright, from now on you can call me 'Mom,' anyway, your mom is only two years older than me!"

Suddenly, Zhang Hui realized the implication of her words and, embarrassed, turned and ran upstairs. Zheng Hao quickly stopped her, "Don't run away, kid!" (
Chapter 14, June 19

) Finally, things unfolded according to Zhang Hui's plan. She successfully negotiated with the school to go to Australia to lecture and work as a visiting scholar, and could leave at any time. The only thing left unresolved was Zheng Hao. He had been embarrassed to tell his mother about it on the phone many times. He had been racking his brains for days, but still couldn't find a perfect solution. Finally, one day a month later, after much internal struggle, Zheng Hao decided to talk to his mother and try to win her forgiveness.

"Baby! How are you? You haven't called Mommy these past few days? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, Mommy, how are you feeling?"

Zheng Hao heard his mother sound shy.

"Mommy thinks I'm going through menopause, I haven't had my period anymore! I'm becoming an old woman, my little darling might not want me anymore, but thankfully I'm still your mommy, so I can be your mommy in peace!" "Mommy

, what are you saying? How could I not want you! This way we can do what we need to do with more peace of mind, right? Just like those days!..."

"Hey! Shut up, you're not allowed to say anything more, you're teasing Mommy, Mommy's so wet down there!"

"You say I'm teasing you, I don't know who's teasing whom?"

"We just talked yesterday, and you're talking again today, son, is there something you want to tell Mommy?"

"Mommy! There's something I've been having trouble saying, it's just that there's..."

"Zhang Hui, right?"

"Mommy, how did you know?"

"Zhang Hui and I talked, and I was very happy to hear that. I know I'm so happy to have a woman like her by your side. She knows how to take care of you and thinks about you. Don't worry, I won't be angry.

Yes, I love you, but that doesn't mean I want to possess you. After all, I can't bear your children, so I'm very happy about her arrival. As for the age issue, it was indeed a problem in China, but it's not a problem here! And frankly, my dear son, her magnanimity touched me deeply. She said it doesn't really matter whether she marries you or not." "I'm sorry, Mom! And I'm sorry to her too. To be honest, I can't be considered a responsible man!"

"Haha! My silly boy, what man! You're just a boy! Nobody expects you to be responsible. Besides, I'm quite satisfied with Zhang Hui. I think we communicate more easily about how we treat you. You know, son, we both love you! And I also feel that sometimes her feelings for you seem more maternal than masculine! But this is just a feeling from our only conversation, so it's definitely not accurate. Don't mind it, son!"

"Wait, Mom, it seems you're on the same side now?"

"Son! Don't worry about Zhang Hui, Mom will take care of everything for you!"

Wang Shuying thought to herself after hanging up the phone: Son, how could I not want to have you all to myself? But you're still young, how can I not think of you?

Zhang Hui soon learned that Zheng Hao had already communicated with his mother in Australia. Zhang Hui was very happy. She knew Zheng Hao truly loved her. This matter was indeed difficult for Zheng Hao, after all, having a daughter-in-law almost the same age as his mother marry into the family, and seemingly having to take care of her during childbirth, must have been very awkward for him. Because of this, Zhang Hui was also very grateful to Zheng Hao's mother. She hadn't expected her to be so magnanimous in accepting her. Finally, everything was resolved.

At this moment, Zhang Hui wasn't in a hurry to leave. Her belly wouldn't show quickly, and her reluctance to part with Zheng Hao made her want to stay with him as long as possible. But she hadn't expected that this would be even more torturous for Zheng Hao. Being with a heavily pregnant woman, he was sometimes so anxious he was practically jumping up and down, yet he had to pretend to be indifferent in front of her, not wanting to add to her guilt. During this time, Zhang Hui had apologized to him more than once, feeling guilty for not being able to satisfy his desires.

Chapter 15:

For almost a week after his phone call with his mother, Zheng Hao was too embarrassed to call her. He had always believed he would bring his mother happiness in the future, but before he could even do anything, he had sent a woman to his mother's side to give birth. Although it didn't require much effort from his mother, their relationship was so special, and sending a pregnant woman to Australia at this time made Zheng Hao feel genuinely guilty!

But it was at this time that he heard news that made him feel even more guilty! That was: his mother, Wang Shuying, was also pregnant!

Zheng Hao had endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't resist missing his mother any longer and called her. But no one answered. He checked the time; it was right. Why was no one answering? Could something have happened? Zheng Hao couldn't help but start wildly speculating, growing increasingly anxious. One moment he wondered if his mother was angry about Zhang Hui, the next he worried that something might have happened to her. The process of overthinking was agonizing.

But that evening, his mother called. She seemed alright, but sounded very tired. Zheng Hao felt a pang of sympathy: "I'm sorry, Mom! I didn't discuss Zhang Hui and I with you beforehand."

"What are you talking about, kid? Did you discuss it with me before you slept with me?"

"Mom!"

Zheng Hao was deeply ashamed. "We were both very passionate that day, weren't we?"

At that moment, Wang Shuying suddenly remembered that her son didn't seem to know he had raped his own mother. Even though their relationship had progressed, she hadn't told him. This wasn't the same thing Zheng Hao was referring to, so when Wang Shuying spoke, Zheng Hao was still puzzled: Wasn't Mom the one in control that day? How could she blame it on me? Oh!

Mom, I'm sorry, isn't it always the man who has to take responsibility for these things? Wang Shuying quickly changed the subject, not continuing the conversation, and the mother and son soon returned the topic to Zhang Hui.

"It's nothing, son. What mother doesn't like her daughter-in-law? Besides, she's already carried on the Zheng family line!

The only regret is her age, but if my son likes her, I like her unconditionally. Isn't she two years younger than me? Calling me 'Mom' is fine, right?" Hearing this, Zheng Hao on the other end of the phone exclaimed, "So, you two see how it goes?"

For a month after that phone call, Zheng Hao was constantly worried about her mother and talked to her almost every night. Zhang Hui had also spoken with her future mother-in-law, essentially becoming part of the family. Her mother was very enthusiastic when talking to Zhang Hui, but her emotions fluctuated rapidly when talking to Zheng Hao. At first, Zheng Hao thought it was because she wasn't comfortable accepting Zhang Hui, but after several more calls, she realized that wasn't the case. Many times, Zheng Hao pressed her for answers, but her mother always dodged the question. However, one day, Zheng Hao insisted, and her mother sounded forced and agitated on the other end of the phone: "There's something I've been hesitant to tell you, but now I feel I have to! After careful consideration, I feel it wouldn't be fair to you if I kept this from you, but I've been in a lot of pain! And time is of the essence!"

"What is it, Mom? Is it serious?"

"I'm telling you, you need to be prepared! I'm pregnant!"

"Oh! That's great news... What?"

Zheng Hao was startled, his mind starting to lapse. He heard Wang Shuying continue on the other end of the phone, "Mom is also in a lot of pain. I haven't had my period since I came here. At first, I thought it was just the change in environment, and then I thought it might be menopause, so I didn't pay much attention to it. But lately, I've been feeling nauseous and weak all over. I thought I had some kind of illness. Just a month ago, the day you called, I went to the hospital for a checkup and found out it was..."

Wang Shuying paused here, and Zheng Hao slowly started to think. He heard his mother continue, "Actually, son, I was very happy when I found out. I'm the happiest woman in the world to be able to get pregnant for my son. But son, you know we're mother and son. I'm scared, scared that there might be problems with our child. This is really hard to deal with! So I thought..." "Mom

! How many months along are you?"

Zheng Hao asked a very stupid question, but neither of them seemed to realize it.

“Counting from the month I left, it must have been almost three and a half months!”

“Is Mom still pregnant?”

Zheng Hao asked worriedly.

“What does your son think?”

“You haven’t already had it done, have you?”

“What does your son want Mom to do?”

“Mom, you haven’t already had it done, have you? If so, I’ll be so heartbroken! Mom, that’s the fruit of our extraordinary love!”

Wang Shuying heard Zheng Hao’s anxiety on the phone! She couldn’t bear to tease her son anymore, but she felt there was something wrong with the matter and couldn’t act impulsively. She wanted to patiently try to persuade her son. After all, continuing the pregnancy would bring many problems, even though she was currently abroad!

But she didn’t expect her son to be so emotional, as if he really cared about her pregnancy. This made Wang Shuying feel gratified. However, what was the relationship between her and the man who caused her pregnancy? Once a woman finds out she is pregnant, she always wants the man’s approval. It’s an instinct to want a return for what she has given, and no one is an exception. Wang Shuying was overjoyed, even infected by her son's emotions. She wanted to agree to let him have the baby, but her long-held resentment prevented her from doing so. "Son, don't get excited. Let me be clear, I haven't been to the hospital yet, meaning I haven't had the surgery. But I still think that if I really have this baby, there will be many problems!"

"What problems? Mom, I don't think we have a financial problem right now, do we?"

"But..."

"Wait for me, Mom. Let's analyze this calmly. You're in Australia now, and our relationship isn't an obstacle to having a child, is it? And your current living environment doesn't seem to be a problem either, does it?

The only problem is that the child might be deformed, right?" "Yes, son, we have to be responsible for her!"

At this point, Wang Shuying started crying on the other end of the phone.

“I’ve done the research. Our fundamental frequencies overlap, which could cause birth defects in our child. But every couple has this possibility; it’s just that our chances are higher than others. So what we need to know is just how high our chances are. I checked, and it’s one in twelve. So why should we give up the eleven in twelve for that one in twelve?”

Wang Shuying fell silent on the other end of the line. Her son’s determination must have moved her. Her initial resolve was wavering, and she also felt that having the child born abroad was the best option. “But how can I face your Zhang Hui?”

“This…”

Zheng Hao was speechless, unsure of what to do!

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Hao walked slowly towards Zhang Hui’s office, lost in thought.

Chapter 16

Zheng Hao kept his head down the whole way, lost in thought. But just as he was about to reach the expert building where Zhang Hui worked, he turned a corner and bumped into someone. Because Zheng Hao was walking hurriedly with his head down, he collided with the person, scattering exam papers all over the ground. Zheng Hao quickly apologized, and when he looked up, he felt even more embarrassed. He recognized the woman immediately; she was Hu Dongyan, the vice-principal and dean of the School of Urban Planning at their university. She was Zhang Hui's classmate during her studies in the UK, and they had been roommates for many years. She was the same age as Zhang Hui, and her husband was said to be the director of the Institute of Geology, a nationally renowned expert, enjoying various privileges. He was about twenty years older than her, but because her husband was very busy, they rarely saw him at the university. Perhaps because of this, they had been married for fifteen or sixteen years and still had no children. People said they were childless by choice, and no one doubted this, as nearly a quarter of the couple at the university chose not to have children. However, she was quite famous at the university, though not for that reason alone. It wasn't her academic reputation, but rather her notoriety for her romantic affairs. It's said that her position as vice-principal was entirely due to her husband's fame and connections, and there have been persistent rumors of her having numerous extramarital affairs behind his back. Zheng Hao and Zhang Hui had discussed this person when they were together. Zhang Hui, however, spoke highly of her classmate, saying many good things about her, praising her diligence in school and her insightful academic views. Zheng Hao largely agreed on this point, because, regardless, being a vice-principal is easy, but leading a top-tier urban planning college in China undoubtedly requires considerable ability and cannot be accomplished by relying on anyone. As for lifestyle, Zhang Hui holds intellectual values; as long as it doesn't harm others, it's perfectly acceptable. In other words, as long as one doesn't harm others for personal gain, they are good friends and classmates, or rather, good people!

Zheng Hao quickly apologized to Hu Dongyan: "I'm sorry, teacher! I left in a hurry!"

"It's alright! Aren't you the computer science student named Zheng Hao that Zhang Hui often mentions?

Your English surpasses even those students majoring in English literature. Zhang Hui has mentioned you to me so many times! She talks about you like you're her son, and your achievements are like her son's! Many times she's been so happy her eyes have reddened. Several times I've asked her if she's tired of being single and wants to get married and have children. That brat even dared to hit me, haha! But now that I see you, I think you're quite likable!" "Thank you for the compliment, teacher. I still have room for improvement, but I'll work harder in the future! If there's nothing else, teacher, I'll be going now!"

"Okay!"

Zheng Hao dashed back to the classroom. He had originally planned to go to Zhang Hui's office, but Hu Dongyan's interruption made him feel it wasn't appropriate to go there during the day. He used to go often at this time, but today he suddenly felt embarrassed, though he didn't know why. Reluctantly, he waited until after dinner before finally arriving at Zhang Hui's door. (Ever since deciding to leave for Australia to give birth, Zhang Hui had entrusted Zheng Hao with important matters in her office.) Inside, he saw Zhang Hui lying on the sofa, a small Walkman perched on her belly, intently watching it and grinning foolishly. Seeing Zheng Hao enter, she put her finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet. Zheng Hao, both amused and exasperated, said, "You're kidding me! Only two months along, and you're already doing prenatal education? That's not allowed! Everyone says it has to be at least six months!"

"Really?"

Zhang Hui said innocently.

"Look at you, you're like a silly country bumpkin! Grinning like an idiot all day looking at your belly."

"So what? I'm pregnant! What! You think you're so great? Try getting pregnant yourself!"

"Oh!"

Zheng Hao fainted on the spot.

"Okay, okay... I won't be angry with you anymore, but let's make it clear first, you'll sleep in that room tonight, and I'll sleep in this one. If we're together, you won't be able to resist!"

Zhang Hui said, blushing. Zheng Hao realized that she actually wanted to too, but it seemed she would do anything for her child, let alone kick this "washed-up" man into that room.

"Okay, okay! I know, I'm just a tool for you to reproduce, and once I'm done, I'll throw you aside!"

"What's wrong! You should be satisfied with being chosen, as for others? Hmph!

Don't even think about getting within a meter of me! Haha..." Watching this "abstinent female demon" laugh wildly as she went upstairs, Zheng Hao had no choice but to accept his fate. However, he suddenly remembered why he had come today, so he quickly ran over, helped Zhang Hui up, and whispered in her ear in a soft voice, "Baby! Let me serve you tonight?"

"Don't even try! Ha! I know your wicked intentions!"

At this point, she suddenly changed her tone, "Husband!

It's not that your wife isn't satisfied with you, it's just that the doctor won't allow it, she said..." "What? Where does that doctor live? Why won't he let my wife sleep with me?"

Seeing Zheng Hao's serious expression, Zhang Hui was amused: "No way! Husband understands wife, oh!"

"I know!"

Zheng Hao said helplessly, "But, wife, I want to tell you something, but you've interrupted me, and I don't know where to begin?"

"Then tell me! I'm listening. Is there anything we can't talk about now?"

"Wife! Darling! If I tell you the truth, will you feel guilty? Or will you be unable to accept us?"

"You two? You don't mean to tell me you have another woman outside, do you? We have no room for discussion on this, but I'm not in a difficult position! I can take our child to Australia, or we can go back to England, no problem!"

"It's not what you think! Darling, actually my mother is also pregnant in Australia, but she doesn't want anyone to know. However, she doesn't want to have an abortion, so she's thinking of having the baby and having us raise it for her, calling you Mom and me Dad?"

"Is that so? My mother-in-law is so careless! She's only been there a few months! And already…"

"Maybe it's not what you think! She's already three and a half months pregnant, so she probably won't be able to take care of you after you go! She wants me to apologize to you on her behalf!"

"What's the big deal? Besides, I didn't expect your mother to worry about me going to Australia. With technology these days, people can easily handle these things. We can just hire one or two Filipino maids there, and that will solve the problem."

"Yes! That's great! But you don't mind if Mom has the baby with you, and it's under our name? I'd be so happy!"

"Why would I mind? It's already three and a half months! Even earlier than our baby? Haha… Wait! Didn't your mother only go there for three months? Oh! I know, it's in China?"

Zhang Hui rolled her eyes at Zheng Hao, her expression quite adorable.

"Maybe!"

Zheng Hao felt a little guilty, avoiding Zhang Hui's gaze.

"Then whose is it? It can't be that station director, can it? He seemed a bit strange the other day!"

"Don't guess, it's baseless!"

"Okay! Okay! I won't say anymore, I'm sorry to my baby! My baby's father!"

Watching Zhang Hui slowly go to take a shower, Zheng Hao felt temporarily relieved, thinking, "Let's just wait and see!"

Two months passed quickly. During this time, Zheng Hao was tormented by worry and pain. He worried about his mother far away; it had been almost three months since he last saw her. During this time, Zheng Hao pleaded with his mother until she was hoarse, finally persuading her to postpone the termination of pregnancy. However, his mother insisted on continuing with checkups and getting immediate treatment if any abnormalities were found. She truly couldn't bear to give them a child with problems, and Zheng Hao supported her on this point. The torment came from seeing Zhang Hui every day, her body becoming increasingly fuller. But, like when he was a virgin, Zheng Hao always resorted to masturbation.

Nevertheless, the two months passed peacefully.

Zhang Hui's departure was approaching, and Zheng Hao's feelings became even more conflicted. Regardless, she had to board the plane and leave. Thus, Zhang Hui's departure transformed Zheng Hao from the torment of seeing her but not being able to reach her into a state of utter longing!

Chapter 17:

Life had entered a phase of heartfelt conversations over the phone. Since Zhang Hui went there, the number of phone calls from Australia had decreased significantly, indicating that the two women were getting along well. Each time they spoke on the phone, Zhang Hui and her mother exchanged tender words. While her mother spoke, Zhang Hui would wait patiently, preventing her mother from saying much. However, as time went on, her mother sometimes couldn't help but say some ambiguous things. Zhang Hui found this normal, because in her eyes, Wang Shuying wasn't her mother-in-law, but rather her sister. Therefore, if she could be so affectionate with Zheng Hao, Wang Shuying could too. Sometimes, though, the thought of Wang Shuying being her husband's mother made her feel a little awkward, but thankfully, this feeling quickly faded, though sometimes she might feel a pang of jealousy. Fortunately, the two pregnant women had many things to discuss together, which easily diluted these personal feelings, naturally reducing the focus on Zheng Hao.

After Zhang Hui left, Zheng Hao spent significantly more time in the library and lab each day, which greatly accelerated the progress of his second program—a city design software—developed at the suggestion of a classmate studying urban planning. However, due to his lack of professional knowledge in urban planning, the software's usability was not very good, and its user-friendliness left Zheng Hao dissatisfied. Through Zhang Hui's introduction, he met Dean Hu Dongyan, and for some time now, he has been revising his application under her guidance.

Having spent more time with Hu Dongyan, Zheng Hao discovered she was a very kind woman, sincere and gentle, and exceptionally beautiful, especially her eyes, which seemed to glow at night, captivating those around her with a magical allure. Her figure was also perfectly proportioned, the only slightly exaggerated feature being her breasts—large and firm, never sagging, standing proudly forward, leaving a deep impression on many. This likely contributed to her reputation as a beauty at school. According to Zheng Hao, Hu Dongyan always treated others with neither servility nor arrogance. Sometimes he would tell himself, "Perhaps I know very little about her; after all, she's the dean!" And one thing surprised Zheng Hao was that her relationship with her husband wasn't as bad as he had imagined. Although they saw each other infrequently throughout the year, they always treated each other with great respect when they were together. Zheng Hao had also met the renowned expert once during this time; he too seemed to be a very gentle person.

April arrived in the blink of an eye, a month of blooming flowers. Everything was going well for Mom and Zhang Hui in Australia. They had hired a Filipino maid to manage the household chores, and each was busy with their own things. In the evenings, they would chat, mainly about Zheng Hao. However, they seemed to be calling him less often lately. Sometimes, Zhang Hui would subtly tease him about his relationship with Mom, making Zheng Hao feel a little guilty, always afraid that Mom might accidentally say something inappropriate. Fortunately, Zhang Hui always knew when to stop.

Meanwhile, with Hu Dongyan's help, his software made significant progress. At a university student entrepreneurship exhibition, a foreign company took notice and offered 900,000 yuan to buy the copyright. Zheng Hao was really tempted and wanted to sell it, but Hu Dongyan strongly objected, saying that if given time, the software would be worth ten times more when it was fully developed, so she hoped he would reconsider. Zheng Hao wasn't really concerned. He originally wrote this for fun, not to make money, and he hadn't put in much effort. It was only later, when he was working with Hu Dongyan, that he really put in the effort and did a few all-nighters. He didn't expect such a generous reward. However, since his mentor objected and he didn't really need the money, he didn't agree to the company's offer. For him, the money was just for treating the pretty girls in his class to meals and getting some freebies from them. It wasn't very useful. He also wanted to buy new computers. He always used the latest model and the fastest laptop.

Chapter 18

That afternoon, the sky suddenly darkened, as if a heavy rain was about to fall. Zheng Hao suddenly remembered that Zhang Hui's window was open. As she left, she told him that if he wasn't staying there for a long time, he should open the windows regularly for ventilation. It looked like the rain was going to be heavy, so he could just have a simple dinner. He needed to close the windows quickly. He hurriedly ran towards the top of the hill, and when he reached the corner, he bumped into Hu Dongyan. Zheng Hao looked up and saw that it was Teacher Hu. He immediately blushed. This was the second time this had happened. He felt deeply embarrassed by his rashness!

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Ah! I'm sorry, Teacher Hu, Teacher Zhang asked me to help her ventilate her house regularly before she left!"

"Oh! I see! I heard that. You two seem to be very close?"

Zheng Hao was a little embarrassed: "Yes! Teacher Zhang cares a lot about my studies!"

"Wow! You're quite something, young man! You speak so succinctly! You could be a diplomat someday!"

"Teacher Hu, don't try to fool me, there's no such thing!"

"Haha! It's true! Where are you having dinner tonight? You don't have a place to eat, do you?"

"It's okay! I'll just grab something quick! I think there's some food in the fridge there." "How about this, come to my place later! I'm alone anyway! Let's celebrate your software being nearing completion!"

Zheng Hao thought he should thank Hu Dongyan, so he said, "Teacher, I should treat you to dinner!"

"Yes, you should, but you can cook today, can you? Do you know how to cook?"

"Okay! I'll be right there!"

As they spoke, a torrential downpour began, and Hu Dongyan and Zheng Hao quickly ran back to their respective houses.

About half an hour later, Zheng Hao knocked on Hu Dongyan's door. Hu Dongyan opened it and quickly ushered in Zheng Hao, who was soaked to the bone and still holding an umbrella. "The road is only a few meters long, and it's already this wet!"

"What are we having for dinner? I'll go check the kitchen now; I haven't forgotten I'm the chef today!"

"Hehe! Look at you, young man, you're in such a hurry!"

Hu Dongyan giggled. "Rest for a while!

Your clothes are all wet, don't you need to change?" "No need."

"It's alright, your teacher Yu (Hu Dongyan's husband) has some clothes at home, but they might make you look a little chubby."

"It's okay, no need, Teacher Hu!"

"Change them, your clothes will dry soon, don't catch a cold."

Seeing Zheng Hao suddenly blush, Hu Dongyan continued. "Seriously? You're so old-fashioned? Your teacher is almost the same age as your mother, what's there to be shy about?"

Zheng Hao was genuinely embarrassed. The mention of his mother reminded him of his ambiguous relationship with her, and suddenly, Teacher Hu seemed like his long-lost mother! She also reminded him a bit of Zhang Hui, who was pregnant in Australia.

Blushing, Zheng Hao quickly changed his clothes and went to the kitchen. He had originally intended to cook a couple of dishes for Teacher Hu to thank her for her help. But Hu Dongyan's words had stirred up Zheng Hao's lust. He had always thought Hu Dongyan was beautiful, but no one had ever truly seen her. He had always assumed she was a teacher and had never felt the same way he had with Zhang Hui. But on this rainy night, wearing Teacher Hu's husband's loose pajamas, he couldn't help but be affected by the ambiguous atmosphere. Zheng Hao couldn't help but steal glances at Hu Dongyan, who was watching him and smiling. Hu Dongyan had already figured out whether Zheng Hao was cooking or not. She already had a plan in mind, but just wanted to tease Zheng Hao. Finally, seeing Zheng Hao's face getting redder and redder, she thought Zheng Hao was really embarrassed, so she said, "What can a little kid like you cook? Go wait in the living room!"

How could Hu Dongyan know what Zheng Hao was thinking! I wonder what her reaction would be if she knew.

The rain outside was still pouring down, showing no sign of letting up. Zheng Hao was watching TV in the living room when it gradually got completely dark. Feeling bored, he was called to dinner by Hu Dongyan. He went to the dining room in disbelief and saw four dishes on the table, all very delicate. There was a fish, seemingly prepared in the style of Guangzhou, and cucumber stir-fried with eggs. They were all basically home-style dishes, but they looked very refined. There was a bottle of red wine on the table. "Zheng Hao! Come on over. I decided to invite you to dinner in a bit of a rush, and I didn't prepare anything at home. I hope you don't mind!" "

They all look very appetizing, but I'm really bad at cooking. I said I'd show you my skills, but I didn't do a good job!"

"Heh! Next time, I'll definitely try your cooking."

"Teacher, you look so beautiful today! You make me feel..."

Zheng Hao blurted out a phrase he often said to Zhang Hui or his mother. Fortunately, he realized his mistake halfway through and swallowed the rest of the sentence. However, Hu Dongyan was incredibly clever; she immediately understood what Zheng Hao meant, but to avoid embarrassment, she pretended not to understand and let it go.

"It would be better if the two of you had candlelight while drinking!"

Zheng Hao made another thoughtless suggestion, which immediately made him feel embarrassed. He wondered what was wrong with him today; he seemed to be saying things he shouldn't have.

But to his surprise, Hu Dongyan responded enthusiastically to his suggestion: "Yes, yes, but I wonder if we have any red candles at home!"

She busied herself looking for some, and soon returned with several white candles, lit them, and happily turned off all the lights! At that moment, Zheng Hao noticed that Hu Dongyan was wearing a white floral knee-length skirt, a pink silk camisole, and her hair was tied in a ponytail, flowing like a middle school student. She wore red slippers, which stirred an unprecedented, irresistible desire within Zheng Hao.

And so, Hu Dongyan and Zheng Hao clinked glasses, talking and dreaming! According to Hu Dongyan, Zheng Hao must study abroad in the future; his future would be limitless, and he would become a Nobel Prize winner.

As they talked, a bottle of red wine was finished, and neither of them seemed inclined to end the conversation. Beautiful topics, a beautiful rainy night, and a beautiful woman drinking red wine! Heaven knows what kind of test Zheng Hao was undergoing! (Friend, can you hold on?!

At this moment, Zheng Hao made an even more unsettling suggestion: "This soothing serenade is so beautiful, how about I ask the teacher to dance?"

"Okay!"

Zheng Hao was already starting to feel a little dizzy. Although he was trying hard to control his emotions, he still made this suggestion, which could easily warm their hearts.

In this rainy night, in a villa, under the flickering candlelight, Hu Dongyan's face was starting to burn. She had never felt this way about a man before, let alone a young boy. At this moment, she began to doubt her motives. Was she trying to seduce him? A boy who had just turned twenty? A boy 22 years younger than her?

Hu Dongyan couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried. She hadn't had such thoughts at first, but now she was being ignited by the ambiguous environment, the alluring red wine, and the handsome young man. Thinking about this, Hu Dongyan felt that she really needed to give herself an explanation before she could feel at peace!) However, Hu Dongyan slowly felt a little intoxicated. Her thoughts floated in the air, and her body gradually melted into the rich fragrance of the rainy night. Her body felt increasingly soft, as if she wanted to wrap herself around Zheng Hao. Zheng Hao also felt the carpet beneath his feet becoming softer. The woman before him was as noble and graceful as a peony. Even if Zheng Hao were a man of integrity, he couldn't remain unmoved in this floating atmosphere. Besides, she wasn't sitting in his lap, but hanging on him. It wouldn't be right for him not to be moved.

Zheng Hao slowly lowered his head, looking at her red lips before him, like a blooming rose. He intended to slowly move closer, but the instant he made contact, he felt a softness, a warmth, a slipperiness. Soon, the rose parted slightly, and a serpent slithered between Zheng Hao's lips and... Their tongues quickly intertwined, exploring and rubbing against each other. Zheng Hao's hand traced a red mark up Hu Dongyan's back from under her tank top, opening the door to her passion: "Oh! That bastard's hand has never been so hot before. In twenty years, we've never flirted for more than ten minutes. Oh!

I've never felt this passion either. I really wonder if Hu Dongyan is dancing with a young man like this?" Teacher Hu thought to herself.

Slowly, Hu Dongyan pressed her body against Zheng Hao's, their thighs pressed tightly together, gently rubbing against each other. Hu Dongyan felt a burning heat emanating from his hard penis, slowly roasting her, like a ripe pomegranate splitting open to reveal its red contents.

Hu... Dongyan liked to wear pure cotton underwear because it was very form-fitting. But now, those underwear couldn't withstand the flood; it was soaked through and overflowing, slowly trickling down her thighs. It flowed slowly down her sensitive thighs until, without her noticing, her bra clasp came undone, and her large breasts, previously restrained, suddenly spilled out, bouncing and changing shape between Zheng Hao's chest and abdomen, sometimes like balls, sometimes flat. Zheng Hao slowly helped her remove her red top. Ah!

A flash of white light appeared before her eyes. Zheng Hao cupped her soft, elastic breasts with one hand, gently pinching her nipples with two fingers. The already full nipples trembled shyly as she was pinched. At this moment, Hu Dongyan could no longer endure such stimulation and said, "Can you carry me upstairs?"

“I have everything you want in my room, maybe you’ll be even more sentimental!”

“Really? Baby, tell me what it is?”

“Maybe it should be a soft bed. It belongs to me, but it’s only a complete bed when I lie on it. The rest depends on how you develop its functions.”

“Does that bed have music?”

“What do you think?”

“I think it does, but someone needs to turn it on for it to play melodious music, right?”

Zheng Hao didn’t hesitate for a moment. He picked up Hu Dongyan, rushed up the stairs, and burst through the door. He stumbled and fell onto the soft bed with Hu Dongyan. Hu Dongyan was completely unconscious, wholeheartedly anticipating the storm. Her floral dress was gone, her underwear seemed to have been torn off. She knew all this foreshadowed an even fiercer storm. Sure enough, she saw someone in the darkness wielding a magic staff, thrusting it at her. She resigned herself to her fate; she knew it was him. She was like fish meat under the "knife," willing to be skewered, sliced, crushed into powder, dissolved into a solution, and absorbed into his body by that fiery, thick rod!

Zheng Hao was already overflowing with his desire, like an erupting volcano, relentlessly charging towards the forbidden gate, instantly annihilating her entire force, instantly monopolizing the yin mountain with a ferocious expression. He began his fierce assault, wanting to feel the dry friction of the vagina, to add a more unique pleasure for both of them, but little did he know that it was already surging with spring tides, and the result of his thrusts was only to squeeze out a stream of spring water, soaking a large area of the bed sheet.

"Oh! My nemesis! You've finally come!"

"My man, you filled my cavity, my man, you inserted your penis into my belly, slid past my uterus, and reached the back of my throat! Oh! I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die!"

Zheng Hao never imagined she would be so sensitive; after only a few thrusts, she convulsed and reached orgasm.

But a strange sight Zheng Hao had never experienced before was that Hu Dongyan's vaginal temperature suddenly rose significantly, and the vaginal walls spasmed and tightened, while Zheng Hao's penis was tightly... He was gripped, unable to pull out, while his head was being sucked by the wandering cervix inside. It was a feeling of floating in the air, a pleasure that was transmitting through every nerve in Zheng Hao's body. In this state, Zheng Hao simply couldn't hold back for long, and soon, he began to ejaculate. He could feel his "saliva" slowly flowing into the sucking mouth, not wasting a single drop!

After ejaculating, Zheng Hao felt completely relaxed, limp on Hu Dongyan's body. At this moment, although he didn't want to get up, he... Over 1.8 meters tall and weighing over 80 kilograms, pressing down on the teacher like that is really unreasonable! He tried to move his body, but as soon as he moved, he heard Hu Dongyan beneath him cry out in pain: "It hurts! Don't move!"

At this moment, Zheng Hao realized that his penis hadn't slipped out of Hu Dongyan's vagina; it was tightly gripped, completely sealed together, and Hu Dongyan seemed to have just been pulled back from the afterglow of her orgasm by the pain. What's going on? Zheng Hao couldn't help but think, her orgasm lasted quite a while! And his "treasure" seemed to be locked inside?

At this moment, Hu Dongyan breathed a sigh of relief with seductive eyes, "Are you satisfied? You bad guy who took my body!"

"Teacher! I've really fallen in love with you, what should I do? You've given me unprecedented pleasure!"

"More intense than that brat Zhang Hui?"

"How did you know?"

"How could I not know? I've known about you and Zhang Hui from the very beginning. I know exactly why she went to Australia! Oh! You rascal! You've made a move again!"

"By the way, why can't I get my thing out of your hand? Have you ever had this happen before?"

"What did you say? 'Clinging'?"

Hu Dongyan felt that deadly thing still inside her, constantly stirring. An indescribable tingling and itching sensation spread from her vagina, stomach, and anus, engulfing her entire body. "I've never experienced anything like this before! I...I've never felt this way before! But! Darling! This is my first orgasm in my life! I've never had one before, it never gave me this feeling!...Ah!...I want it again!"

Zheng Hao felt another surge of lust rising within him. He felt Hu Dongyan's vagina loosen, and he began his thrusts again. This time, Hu Dongyan performed much better than before. After nearly fifty thrusts, Hu Dongyan screamed again, her body convulsing as she clung to Zheng Hao. Zheng Hao felt his penis tightly gripped by her vaginal walls, with no room to move! And once again, she reached orgasm, sucked in by her uterus, ejaculating her essence!

Finally, as time slowly passed, Hu Dongyan awoke. Having learned from his previous experience, Zheng Hao lay there, not daring to move his penis, which was still being held captive. Looking at Zheng Hao on top of her, the awakened Hu Dongyan said, "Only today do I realize that you are my nemesis. Everything I have, you can take away completely, and I have no power to resist! Including my life!"

"I won't, I love you too much! But I don't know when I can get off you, really, can you feel me still inside you?"

"Yes! But I dare not feel it! I'm afraid of dying again!"

Hu Dongyan said, her face flushed crimson.

Finally, Hu Dongyan's vagina slowly loosened, and Zheng Hao's penis slipped out. Zheng Hao got up and looked at the base of Hu Dongyan's thighs. He had expected a lot of fluid to flow out, but apart from some vaginal fluid, nothing he had ejaculated inside came out! This time, Zheng Hao was truly astonished!

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