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Scandal 14 (Night Peeping)
First Release: Forum
Author: Straw Dog Rice Man
First Release Date: November 26, 2015

Character Introduction:

I, Huang Ying,
male, eighteen years old this year; 1.8 meters tall, with a buzz cut, basically regular facial features, and a fairly rugged face.
Currently studying International Strategic Studies at PLA Shicheng International Relations College, a first-year military student. I grew up in
a military family in Sanhu City, Wuxi Province, in the Yellow River Delta region, one of the most prosperous areas in China.

My mother, Zhao He,
is exactly forty years old this year, from Chaling Township, Jiangkou County, Sanhu City. Last summer, she was promoted to Deputy Secretary of the Party Working Committee and Director of the Management Committee of the Municipal High-tech
Development Zone , at the level of a full-fledged department head. Beautiful and dignified, intelligent but not seductive, with a head
of simple medium-length black hair, slender eyebrows, and bright almond eyes, she is 1.7 meters tall and has a curvaceous figure,
still able to outline an excellent S-shaped posture. Her long, straight, and shapely legs were a testament to
her athletic training in track and field during her youth, which she maintained throughout her life. Her professional background: My mother, Zhao Hejiang, was a physical
education teacher at a middle school in Jiangkou County. After my father's death, she became the deputy director of a department in the municipal party committee. Later, while working as a town mayor, she
gained the appreciation of Ma Guizhi, the then secretary of the Sanhu City Discipline Inspection Commission. After Ma Guizhi was promoted to deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, she promoted
my mother as well. Under her patronage, my mother
rose through the ranks from secretary of the municipal district party committee, deputy district head, to executive deputy district head.

My stepfather, Wei Zuomin
, 43 years old, was the political commissar of the Sanhu City Armed Police Detachment, holding the rank of colonel. His son, Wei Baofeng, was involved in a fight, delaying
his promotion to senior colonel and deputy division commander.
Wei Zuomin, who had previously served as the instructor of the county armed police detachment in the suburban area where my father was the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team, and later as the deputy instructor of the district armed police brigade, met my mother by chance and
began dating her. They married six months later.

My stepson, Wei Baofeng
, is a handsome young man, 1.86 meters tall, with short, choppy hair and a side-swept fringe. He has well-defined features,
a muscular physique a roguish yet youthful appearance. He is sixteen years old and currently attends the Cangyun
Private School in the city, in his first year of high school.

My grandfather, Huang Zeyuan,
was a veteran of the Anti-Japanese War, serving in the military for decades. His highest position was Chief of Staff of the PLA Field
Army . He retired in the mid-1980s, enjoying the retirement benefits of a major general. Deputy Chief of Staff Zhang Fuxian was once
his subordinate. My grandparents had three children: eldest son Huang Anguo, second son Huang Dingguo, and third daughter Huang Fengling.

My father, Huang Anguo
, transferred from the military to become a policeman, serving as the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team of the county-level police bureau. During a raid on
an armed he and another officer were attacked by a large group of the gang. Despite being outnumbered two to seven,
my father and the other officer both perished. However, they still managed to kill three robbers and wound one. The remaining
gang members were all captured the following day, with none escaping. Later, my father and the police officer were posthumously recognized as
martyrs and second-class heroes of the military.

My second uncle, Huang Dingguo,
is three years younger than my biological father and the same age as my mother. He is currently the brigade commander of
a motorized infantry brigade under the PLA XX Group Army, with the rank of colonel. His unit is stationed in Zhenggao City, the southernmost part of Wuxi Province.

My maternal uncle, Zhao Heng,
has meticulously styled hair, a large head and ears, and a rather stout build.
What is the exquisitely crafted high-end wristwatch and a string of jade prayer beads on his left wrist. He is forty-two years old
and is currently the chairman of an industrial group company in Jiangkou County, Sanhu City. Although he only has a junior high school education, he is adept at
making friends and cultivating interpersonal relationships. Since starting his business over a decade ago, with his mother's support and his
active involvement in disaster relief, education assistance, poverty alleviation, bridge and road construction, and
resettlement his social reputation and status in Jiangkou County have steadily risen. Several years ago, he was elected as
a representative to the People's Congress and a member of the CPPCC of Jiangkou County. The people of the county speak highly of him, with no one having a bad word to say about him. He
himself is frequently a guest of honor at the homes of some leading cadres in the county and even the city.

Xiang Puqing
, 57 years old, of medium height, with a crew cut and a square face, is the Organization Minister of Wuxi Province and a member of the Provincial Standing Committee. His
family moved to a remote village in Sanhu City to escape war and famine. During the Cultural Revolution, his father took care of
Feng Yuan, the former First Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, who was undergoing labor reform there. Xiang Puqing received special care, and was arranged to work as a track and field coach at the sports
school and completed his studies at the Provincial Party School. Secretary Feng then transferred him to work by his side. With his
guidance and support, and through his own hard work, Xiang Puqing rose from an
ordinary . At the end of that year, he returned to Sanhu to serve as mayor. A year and a half
later, he was promoted to Party Secretary. When his mother, Zhao He, was transferred to the municipal government office, Xiang Puqing was
the mayor . More importantly, he and his mother already knew each other. When he
was a track and field coach at the Jiangkou County Sports School, his mother was one of his athletes.

Yang Jun
, Zhao He's immediate superior, is now the mayor of Sanhu City. Moreover,
Yang Jun was already her direct superior when his mother first joined the municipal government office. However, Yang Jun later left Sanhu to follow
his political connections, and after years of political struggle, he finally returned to Sanhu to become mayor. Yang Jun's
secretary, who was a deputy county head in Jiangkou County, was placed under investigation by the municipal discipline inspection commission for bribery three months this year, putting
Yang Jun in a very difficult position.

Yang Jinping,
Yang Jun's son, is seventeen years old. Like Wei
Baofeng a year ahead. The two have a good relationship. Their acquaintance can be described as a case of "love at first sight,
" and they are both prominent figures at Cangyun Private School.

Ma Guizhi
, a member of the Sanhu Municipal People's Political Consultative Conference, was appreciated by
Ma Guizhi . After Ma Guizhi was promoted to deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, her mother was also promoted. Under Ma Guizhi
's patronage, her mother rose through the ranks from secretary of the municipal district party committee, deputy district head, to executive deputy
district head .

Her mother's full-time correspondent, Xiao Zheng...
She was the youngest daughter of the former Deputy Secretary Ma, now Chairman Ma. Her appearance wasn't particularly striking, but she possessed
a youthful charm .

Vice Governor Song.
Vice Governor Wu Xi, a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Government, was tall and robust, with a well-proportioned figure. He wore a white short-sleeved shirt, had a neat crew
cut, a square face, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a straight nose, and a square mouth. A faint smile graced his face, giving off a
warm and approachable feeling—a charming middle-aged man.

Painted Face
. A man from Sanhu, in his thirties, over 1.7 meters tall, with a crew cut, large eyes, thick eyebrows,
and well-developed, muscular, bronze-colored arms and deltoid muscles. A diagonal scar ran from his left eyebrow to his left earlobe.
The chilling light emanating from his small, triangular eyes was like the flicking tongue of a venomous snake, making one afraid to look directly at him.
He had served in the Peng Clan Kokang Alliance Army in Myanmar and was taken in by his uncle, Zhao Heng, when he was in trouble.

The Mute.
Zhao Heng's driver, skilled in Iron Palm.

Bai Jie:
Approximately in her early twenties, about 1.65 meters tall, her uncle's lover, with a round face,
large, watery eyes, and full, wide lips, extremely sexy; the curve where her cheekbones meet her jaw is particularly beautiful.

Hong Lili:
Eleven years old, a fourth-grade student at Shuanglin Primary School in the High-tech Zone. Her parents are both
employees of the Zheng'an Machinery Factory in the High-tech Zone. Her father was taken away by the police the day after the factory workers' families caused a disturbance and has not returned home since.
Her mother, who used to make a living by setting up a street stall, was diagnosed with a serious illness last year.

Passerby:
Approximately twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, tall and slender, with an oval face, beautiful features, permed
wavy , and fashionable clothing.

The passerby man
was in his early thirties, tall and thin, with a sharply defined face. He wore glasses and
appeared resolute, with a slightly scholarly air.

The woman
loitering in the restroom had her hair pulled back, a seductive face, a shapely figure, and prominent curves. She wore a black short-sleeved suit skirt over
a collared white shirt and shiny black high heels. She exuded a captivating
charm that could mesmerize any man.

Zheng'an Machinery Factory
was established in the late 1970s and flourished in the 1980s and 90s. The factory
covered a large area, spanning over 1,000 acres across three counties in Sanhu City. However,
after the turn of the century, due to poor management, despite several reorganizations and restructurings, and the land
being to the High-tech Zone, the Sanhu Municipal Government's large shareholding led to
the factory nearly ceasing production a few years ago, and employees were unable to be paid their wages.

Both a Taiwanese company and a local conglomerate called "Hongtu" were eyeing the land where the machinery factory was located.
The Taiwanese company wanted to acquire the land by investing in a factory. Hongtu Group, however, had its own agenda.
Currently, due to the combined strength of both companies and
the fact that the machinery factory's factory and residential areas are mixed together, a complete land transfer is very difficult. Issues such as demolition compensation and the subsequent arrangements for the machinery factory's
employees are particularly thorny. Therefore, neither the leadership of the High-tech Zone nor
the Standing Committee of Sanhu City has initiated discussions on this matter.

Wuxi Province:
One of the most prosperous regions in China—the Yellow River Delta region .

Duguang City :
The heart of Wuxi Province. It boasts the famous Taiyi Club.

Sanhu City
: A relatively prosperous and developed city in Wuxi Province.

Dongzhou City:
Located in the south-central part of Donghai Province, a developed southern province in China. It is not only one of the country's open
cities but also enjoys a sub-provincial administrative level and has the famous Wenhu Scenic Area. A neighboring city of Wuxi Province.

Shicheng City.
The renowned PLA Shicheng International Relations Institute is located there.

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The man with the painted face ordered boxed lunches, two for each person. Just to fill their stomachs, the delicious boxed lunches tasted like cardboard.
Under the fluorescent lights, the two men silently ate their boxed lunches, the only sound being the "sizzle, sizzle" of chewing.

"Painted face, the food is bad, bring some wine, or I'll tell my uncle that you're mistreating me with food."

"Young Master Huang, as long as you don't leave this room, the wine is fine, but I can't get drunk without three catties of baijiu."

"Pervert," I cursed inwardly, frustrated. Before I could take him down, I was the one who got knocked down. The bright scar at the corner of his eye
added a touch of ruthlessness. Was there no way to get rid of him? During military training, the more critical the moment, the
calmer we became. I quietly turned on my phone and started recording.

"Stop arguing, bring six bottles of baijiu!" I shouted loudly, confident that if I shouted a few more times, the whole building would hear me.

"Alright! As long as you're happy, I'll drink with you slowly, Hua Lian."

Less than fifteen minutes later, the delivery arrived with four bottles of Sanhu specialty liquor, Yanghu Qinghua Porcelain Wine, a
famous . It also included two bags of braised meat, branded with Songji Fast Food, just like before. Songji Fast
Food is a legend in Sanhu's food industry; ten years ago, it was an unknown fast food restaurant, but today, its
name .

I immediately clinked glasses with Hua Lian, filling a beer glass to the brim. A spicy, stimulating sensation shot through my head
.

"Do you know who's fucking you?"

"Mmm! Mmm!..." My mother's snow-white, plump buttocks were marked with red welts,
a thick , her messy pubic hair so strikingly black. The scene from the video flashed before my eyes again, and
I downed another glass of baijiu. Tears that had been welling up in my eyes for a long time finally flowed out.

"Come on, another cup..."

"Young Master Huang, you can't drink anymore."

"Painted Face, I told you to pour me some more... What, you don't know what's good for you?"

"Bang!" I overturned the dining table, and then kicked over a chair. I drank too fast, and the stench
immediately assaulted my senses and actions.

Painted Face, however, watched me calmly.

I stormed off to the bedroom, tears streaming down my face.

"Haha! Bro, your mom's a whore, a corrupt official's slut," Wei Baofeng seemed to be mocking me from behind.
"Calm down! Calm down," another thought rose within me.

"I can, I hope I can," I secretly texted my hacker classmate.

The air conditioner in the bedroom hummed, and I could vaguely hear people talking downstairs.
I pushed the steel security window, but it didn't budge. Not long after, I heard the front door open. Then,
my mother and Hua Lian exchanged a few words, and then Hua Lian went out and locked the door.

"Knock! Knock!..." My mother entered the bedroom. Her eyebrows were delicately drawn, and time hadn't left obvious marks on her plump, fair
face oval face had a pair of clear, bright eyes that were slightly misty
. Her charming face exuded a pitiful sadness, with a unique and alluring mature charm. Her eyes were
slightly red.

A cream-colored, three-quarter-sleeved chiffon blouse, its slightly fitted cut accentuating the mature woman's full, supple waist, revealed the outline of her bra beneath her high,
firm breasts. Her fair, smooth, lotus-root-like arms were perfectly
framed by the short sleeves, appearing even more rounded and slender. Below her S-shaped waist, a rounded bottom was
tightly , her long, slender legs extending diagonally from beneath the skirt, paired with white mid-heeled sandals. She
exuded a noble yet understated elegance, refined yet not weak, radiating a quiet, gentle, dignified, and graceful aura.

"I'll bring you your computer and a change of clothes. Look at you, reeking of alcohol," my mother's face instantly became as still
as water, a hint of pity in her eyes.

"Mom, are you really not going to tell me? Wei Baofeng is a madman, capable of anything.
What will Grandpa and his father do? Have you thought about that?" I still tried my best to persuade my mother to stop, regardless of her motives
or plans.

"Ying'er, I'll say it again: I'm your mother, and you have no right to tell me what to do. In a few days, you
'll naturally know everything." My mother's face turned cold. This wasn't a mother-son relationship; in the officialdom, there was no room for
negotiation .

"Yang Jinping took Bao Feng to Taiyi, there must be a reason..." I clenched my fists, suppressing my
excitement and the impulse brought on by the alcohol. As a son, I still tried my best to remind my mother, even if it touched on her
shameful secrets.

"Alright, I know. Look at you, you're all smelly. Go change your clothes. You've only been in the army for a few days and you're already learning
to be a detective. You'll have enough to learn about the ways of the world for half a lifetime." My mother's expression softened, and the corners of her slightly upturned lips
, revealing her full lips and half-revealed pearly teeth, were quite beautiful.

"..." I wanted to argue a few more words, such as being careful, but I was interrupted.

"...Alright, I know my son cares about me. Go wash up, I'll wash some fruit for you...
" Although I had a thousand reasons to be angry, my mother's few words forced me to accept this
awkward mother-son relationship. After all, I am her son, and she is my mother. What right did I have to criticize her
behavior?

"Brother! Your mother is a corrupt official, a slut. Her breasts are very firm, her nipples and areolas
are a little dark, very small, like coffee beans, and they taste like QQ candy... Big breasts, fat buttocks, good oral skills,
a three-good woman." Under the influence of alcohol, I couldn't hear what she was rambling on. I stared at my mother's high breasts,
then at her full red lips. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. I wanted to look into her bright eyes,
but I gave up. I took the clothes she handed me and rushed into the bathroom.

The cold rain kept pouring down on me, washing away my grime and my tears, and even
the smell of alcohol.

"Calm down, you can't cry." Military school is quite tough on people.

I changed into casual shorts and a T-shirt, the clothes smelling faintly of laundry detergent. It was a slightly old three-bedroom
apartment with only one bathroom. I moved a low stool to the living room, spread my laptop on the bed, connected the antenna to the internet
, and accessed the school's website.

My mother placed a fruit platter next to the computer: red seedless grapes, a peeled watermelon with toothpicks, and a
loosely capped bottle of Evergrande mineral water.

"I'll go wash your clothes, give me your slippers, and I'll come pick you up again in a few days," my mother said
after glancing at my homework.

After doing a few problems online, I was a little thirsty from drinking, so I picked up the mineral water and started gulping it down. My eyes, the
bottle, and the light source were all in a straight line. There was a white, murky substance in the bottle. I stopped abruptly, but
still swallowed a large mouthful of water. After a moment's thought, I quietly went into the kitchen and spat out the water. As I
passed the bathroom on my way back, I heard the clattering sound of a plastic bucket being filled with water.

My mother seemed to be talking on the phone in hushed tones. "Hmm! Okay..." The water-filling sound stopped, but my mother's voice remained very soft, as if she
were shielding her mouth from the noise.

"What is she saying?" I wondered to myself. Near the bathroom doorknob, the aluminum frame and panels, having
been used for a long time, were no longer tightly joined, and light from the bathroom seeped through the crack.
Without peered through the crack, my head spinning, and I could hear my heart pounding. My mother was no longer
on the phone; she was unbuttoning her chiffon blouse. A pair of white 3/4 cup bras with black lace overlays
burst out, revealing her high, firm breasts. The deep, snow-white cleavage wasn't from the bra padding, as the type she wore was clearly
thin breathable. Her porcelain-white, slender waist even hinted at abs,
a result of her years as a physical education teacher after graduating from a youth sports school and her consistent exercise.

My mother, carrying a shirt, walked towards the bathroom door. Whether from shock or the effects of alcohol, she showed no
intention of avoiding me. Thankfully, she only went to the sink to hang the shirt on the clothesline. My
heart pounded in my chest, and I held my breath. Even the slightest sound of footsteps or a heavy breath hitting the door
could alert her, so I remained in that position, even though I desperately wanted to leave.

Because the view was so close, and the opening was so small, I could only see my mother's body from her thighs to her collarbone;
I couldn't see her expression. She had already pulled down the black straps of her bra, preparing to unfasten the back clasp.

"You beast! You even want to see your mother's body!" I wanted to slap myself for having such a filthy thought.

"Brother, your mother's a whore, she's slept with many high-ranking officials. Her oral sex skills were honed
while serving those officials," Wei Baofeng's image lingered. "Look! Her naked body is your mother's true face."
"My mother , the mistress of a high-ranking official, a slut," she said

, pulling off her bra. Her breasts remained high and firm, without any sagging or outward expansion.
As she hung the bra up, her breasts swayed, very elastic. Her nipples, as the madman boasted, were slightly dark, like
coffee beans , with small, delicate areolas. Because of her work, my mother didn't breastfeed me when I was born,
a fact she often told me with guilt when I was little. My mother's body was much better than I had imagined. Why did she, after so many years in politics,
still deliberately maintain her figure? "Could it be because of the high-ranking official's mistress?"

My mother unzipped her skirt, bent down, and took off her black pleated silk skirt, revealing a plump, rounded bottom. However,
what she saw next made my heart ache. My mother wasn't wearing underwear. Between her firm legs, her vulva was a
delicate slit of flesh. Although her vulva was slightly dark, a few strands of white tissue paper were stuck in the slit, making her particularly noticeable
. Her sparse, messy pubic hair looked like clumps of downy duck feathers. My mother used her slender middle finger to trace a line between her vulva.

"How can there still be so much?" my mother murmured to herself. I felt like the sky was falling. I could barely hold on.
Tears blurred my vision, and my mouth trembled. I heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, so I
gently sat down against the corner of the wall.

I suddenly fainted, and I don't know when. I felt myself being dragged to the bed.
The person dragging me was struggling, sometimes dazed and sometimes conscious, like a blackout. A soft body leaned
against me, and a gentle hand softly stroked my short hair, which felt very comfortable.

"Mom cares about you the most..." The woman's murmured voice sounded like it was in a dream. It was so pleasant,
relaxing, and made me feel safe.

The woman's full and elastic breasts pressed against my left shoulder, as
soft as lying in cotton in a dream.

"...So grown up, still restless...like a bull." A gentle, slender hand reached into my
crotch and stroked my hard lower body a few times. I drifted off into a blackout again.

(To be continued)

(Chapter 15 Escape)

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