Chapter Sixteen of My Beautiful Headmistress Mother

Author: biohazrd
Published on: December 20, 2016 in: Forum
First Published: Yes
Word Count: 10618
From now on, my verified pen name is [Heartache and Regret]
Chapter Sixteen Gui? Gui? Shi?
It's been a long time since I've been back. Many scenes from the past are like fleeting years, leaving only a sigh in my memory
. For example, the ancestral home in front of me. When I last came back, it was still a dilapidated mud house. In Ningxia
, although there was no air conditioning, it was incredibly cool. Looking up at the wooden roof, I recalled
my grandparents who used to live here, and my mother when I was a child...
The house has indeed been renovated and renovated, but the past can only be found in my memory. What sorrow,
what a pity!
After nightfall, the banquet had long ended, and things gradually returned to calm.
I didn't mingle with my cousins; instead, I walked alone through the village's alleyways
, reminiscing about the scenes I saw as a child and how drastically they had changed. The rural
roads were indeed rugged, but every step was imbued with a deep sense of nostalgia. Every
place I used to play in evoked a feeling of profound nostalgia.
However, the changes in the countryside did have a small advantage: the nights were no longer completely dark.
Lights emanating from each house, along with streetlights at intersections, while not as dazzling as in big cities
, at least broke the darkness and silence that once characterized the village.
Without hesitation, I walked out of the village and into a small grove of trees not far away. This place
held a regret of mine. I can't remember which time it was, but it was also around this time of night when I returned, and back then, I
was playful and daring, and I had secretly run away from the village without anyone noticing. Honestly, in some
remote villages, it's very dangerous for a child to run around outside at night, especially since I ran into the woods
. While it's unlikely there are any wild animals like wolves or tigers, some unknown dangers
are unavoidable.
I remember running there because during the day, I overheard
a neighbor's son saying that deep in the woods, there was a dense thicket of bushes where strange noises could be heard at night
, sounds that seemed very painful and tragic. He said that in ancient times, the remains of a woman from a time of war were buried there
. It's said that this woman lived during a time of war, and one day, she returned home from picking vegetables to find her husband
and child tied to chairs. Then, the invaders inside looked at her. Immediately, these
hateful invaders gang-raped her to death in front of her husband and child, and before she died,
she was already ravaged beyond recognition. The invaders, however, were not satisfied. So, in front of the woman, they
severed the heads of her husband and children. Anyone who saw the woman's eyes at that moment would surely have fled in
terror. They were eyes devoid of any light, utterly empty, and bloody tears streamed from them simultaneously.
The woman did not scream; perhaps she had already died of grief. She stared fixedly at the invaders, watching
them penetrate her body with their filthy penises, without groaning, until she breathed her last!
Suddenly, a strange thing happened. While the invaders were necrophiliacs, they discovered
numerous lividity lesions on the bodies of the necrophiliacs. Then, their eyes revealed terror as
blood simultaneously flowed from their seven orifices. The blood flowed more and more, until finally, the invaders' bodies themselves turned into bloody liquid,
completely dissolving.
From then on, a rumor circulated: the thicket deep in the woods, where the woman and her family had once lived
, became a forbidden area for the nearby villages. Many elders said that the woman had become a vengeful spirit,
wandering the world in agony. That's why the sounds emanating from there were so mournful and heartbreaking.
After hearing this legend, I felt a surge of curiosity and wanted to investigate. However,
I was still young then, and while I was very curious about what secrets the deep woods held, I was
also extremely afraid. Every time I secretly went to the woods, I only wandered around the outside and dared not go in.
Later, my great-uncle grew older, my studies became more demanding, and my mother no longer allowed
me to come back. So this thought remained hidden in my heart, becoming a significant childhood regret.
This time, I returned partly to make up for that regret. Now, I revisited this place, standing at
the edge of the woods, looking into the darkness. I took a deep breath and resolutely walked in.
Life is only a few decades long. Since we can't stop time, let's make the most of our short lives and
leave no regrets.
—Heartache and Regret.
This is a quote from an author I really like, which I've mentioned before. Under my mother's tyranny, I
couldn't even touch computers or other entertainment devices. What can a little kid do if he can't play games? Read books!
The author in question is one of my favorites. He says in his book that he
lived his entire life amidst constant regret; regret permeated his entire existence. Although he had regrets,
there was only one thing that truly haunted him for life. His last sentence on the last page reads: "If time could turn back, would I make the same
choice? Maybe, perhaps, but I would confess everything to her in my prime. Even if my
life is full of regrets, at least I could give one of those regrets an ending, even if that ending isn't what
I hoped for.
" It's because of this sentence that I've changed today. The past is the past; what matters is
how I think about the future. The night I left the Xu family villa, I thought things through very clearly. I don't want to have regrets in my life,
or at least regrets with answers.
Therefore, I mustered the courage to challenge my greatest childhood fear and expectation. I also want to use
this opportunity to see if I've truly made a change, or if I'm still stuck in the same place.
I need validation!
And I also need an answer to prove whether my changes are the right thing to do.
The bright moonlight shone down, but was blocked by the dense foliage, making the forest even darker, almost
pitch black. The sounds of snakes and insects all around, combined with the eerie atmosphere, made me want to turn back.
But I had no choice but to grit my teeth and continue; otherwise, all talk would be a joke.
The night air is already heavy with yin energy, especially in a damp forest. The deeper I went, the
more sinister and terrifying it became, with occasional gusts of cold wind that were incredibly chilling.
Just as I was considering whether to continue, I heard a faint sound in the air. But
the sound was so faint that I couldn't make out what it was, only that the syllables sounded somewhat
familiar.
"Could there really be a ghost?"
The sudden thought startled me so much that I froze on the spot, my heart pounding. This is no joke.
I have some kung fu training, that's true, but humans have an instinctive fear of the unknown, especially things beyond
scientific understanding. The reason there are so many legends of monsters and supernatural beings is because they stem from human imagination
about things we can't control or explain.
Suddenly, that voice came again. My breathing became labored. What if there really were ghosts? Go?
Don't go? I was already considering retreating, but I was unwilling to give up. Did I really lack
the willpower to change my ways?
After a fierce internal struggle, I decided to go in. Because I didn't want to give up like this, not only
because of my past regrets, but also because I saw this as a wall between my conscience and my moral compass. If
I couldn't break through this wall, how could I realize that tiny, sordid fantasy deep in my heart, even though I
felt the chances were slim? Limited by the traditional values instilled in me, I had never even dared to think about it before. Now
I had broken through those values; all that remained was the determination to act.
I couldn't give up.
But... when it came to actually taking action, it wasn't as easy as I'd imagined. The eerie winds and
strange noises eroded my confidence. Even my physical movements were severely restricted; I stumbled
along for several minutes, advancing less than a hundred meters.
My entire being was on edge; even a tiny insect or
grasshopper could startle me. I proceeded cautiously
, pressing closer with each step. The closer I got, the clearer the strange noises became, their frequency increasing,
sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes joyful, sometimes sorrowful. They sounded like wails, yet also like groans.
Could it really be the vengeful spirit of that woman?
What to do? What to do? Wait, I remember Grandpa Wu [read Chapter 1 if you don't know] saying that my yang
energy was extremely strong, nearly ten times that of an ordinary person. With yang dominance and yin deficiency, the balance of yin and yang was disrupted, causing minor evil spirits and monsters to avoid
me.
"Yes, my yang energy is the strongest weapon to kill those little ghosts. No ghost should be able to get close to me.
Yes, I'm not afraid. My yang energy is strong, so I'm not afraid."
But the closer I got to the end, the softer my voice became, and the less confident I felt. Even so, I kept hypnotizing
myself, otherwise I was afraid I really wouldn't be able to resist turning around and running away.
Calculating the distance, I should be almost there, so why haven't I seen any bushes yet? Sure enough, as soon as the thought crossed
my mind, I saw the moonlight shining down, and a dense bush appeared in front of me.
When I got here, I found that the trees were relatively sparse, so the moonlight could shine through. Maybe
the bushes took up the space. But I didn't find any sense of security because of the appearance of the light. On the contrary, I
felt even more uneasy. Aren't all the ghost movies on TV like this? There are also some faint flashes of light,
which set off the whole eerie atmosphere.
The moonlight was dim, and with the swaying shadows of some leaves, the moonlight was occasionally blocked by dark clouds, piercing through
the darkness. Isn't this a common scene in many ghost movies?
But as I approached, the strange sound gradually took on a blurry outline in my ears.
It sounded like a woman's voice? Could it be true, as the rumors say, that the woman died with immense resentment
, becoming a vengeful spirit, and that her summoning song was drawing passersby back to the ghost realm?
Having come this far, I had no reason to give up. Even if ghosts really existed, I would keep going. I must say
, youth has its advantages; they have drive, fearlessness, and passion.
I wanted to see what the rumored vengeful spirit looked like—whether it looked exactly like that woman,
or whether it had no feet or a chin?
Suddenly, I felt like I wasn't afraid of anything anymore. I don't know if it was because I had given up and was reckless
. Anyway, I suddenly felt like it wasn't such a big deal; at worst, I'd be taken away by a ghost.
My thoughts were strange; even I wondered why I felt this way.
"Oh...ah..."
"Oh...oh...ah...oh...um...uh..."
I was now standing on the edge of the bushes. The woman's voice wasn't loud, but I could almost clearly hear the
syllables. But why was this sound so strange? It seemed...I'd heard it somewhere before, very familiar, and
with a deep impression.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind, and I jolted awake. Holy
crap, wasn't that the moaning of a woman during sex? I remember when my mom, Aunt Wen, and I were having sex
, the sounds my mom and Aunt Wen made were exactly like that!
Could it be a vengeful spirit having sex? With whom? A ghost? Wait, can ghosts have sex? Um, I remember that
ghosts on TV, besides not having legs, seemed to have a crotch, so they should have a penis or a vagina
. Hmm, very likely.
After all, ghosts are also transformed humans, so it's not impossible for them to have sexual desires; having sex and vaginas is normal
...
I wonder how ghosts have sex?
I cautiously ventured into the bushes, following the direction from which the sound was coming. I was genuinely
curious: how do ghosts make love? Do they float around? Or do they use the sky as their blanket and the ground as their bed? Even watching the AVs Xu Pangzi showed me
wasn't as stimulating as this.
So here's the question: if ghosts have sex, will there be semen? Will there be vaginal fluid? Will there be children?
Ghosts giving birth? Ghost children?
Filled with boundless curiosity, I unconsciously forgot my original purpose. It seemed I came to witness whether
so-called vengeful spirits truly existed here, but how did it turn into watching ghosts have sex? Although the general direction was correct
, something just felt off.
Just as I peeked out to see the so-called ghosts' true faces, two dark shadows flashed by,
startling me so much I pulled my head back. Then I squatted on the ground, gasping for air.
How terrifying! What were those things? No, they were ghosts, weren't they?
After a while, I finally calmed my nerves and mustered my courage again. I kept encouraging myself: no
matter what, I had to see clearly what they were—humans or ghosts, even if ghosts really existed—so that I wouldn't have regrets when I was old
. This was a very rare opportunity to see a ghost; others might not even get to see
one. What a pity it would be to miss it!
Now I can comfort myself like that.
Although I tried my best to muster my courage, I was still uneasy,
hesitatingly moving my feet with a feeling of unease. I peeked out again, this time I had to see clearly.
Just when I thought I was about to scream in terror, it was as if an egg had been stuffed back into
my eyes, making them almost bulge out as I stared incredulously at the scene I had just seen.
The crystal-clear moonlight was pure white, reflecting and sweeping away the fog of darkness.
"Ah...oh...harder..."
"So good...oh..."
"Oh...I can't take it anymore..."
Who was that? Aunt Ying!!!
Yes, I could clearly recognize the outline revealed by the moonlight; it was Aunt Ying's face
.
How could it be Aunt Ying? How could it be...? I kept questioning myself, even rubbing my eyes countless times, trying
to prove that my eyes were blurry and I was seeing things, but the fact was the fact, and it wouldn't change just because I couldn't accept it.
Originally, the moonlight was limited by the thin clouds, but now that the clouds had completely dispersed, I could no longer
believe or accept it; the reality was undeniable. There was no escaping reality.
Aunt Ying was completely different from her dignified demeanor during the day. Her white, tight-fitting dress had been pulled up
to her abdomen, her upper body almost naked, her large breasts exposed to the air,
swaying violently with her movements. Aunt Ying was holding onto a branch of a clump of grass with one hand;
one of her stockinged legs had been lifted, preventing her skirt from falling, leaving her crotch exposed. Her sexy,
form-fitting pantyhose was torn into pieces, revealing glimpses of her fair skin. However,
Aunt Ying's private paradise was not for display; a thick, male penis was thrusting in and out,
violently pounding.
What shocked me most wasn't just that, but the man vigorously penetrating Aunt Ying from behind wasn't my uncle . It was someone I didn't recognize, who looked vaguely familiar. Right, wasn't this the man 　　who was with Aunt Ying
during the day ? Aunt Ying introduced him as her uncle's secretary? 　　Her uncle's secretary was having sex with his wife? Aunt Ying's expression didn't seem like rape at all; 　　she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Suddenly, my worldview was in turmoil. 　　Wait, let me sort this out. 　　Aunt Ying was having an affair, and with her husband's secretary no less—was she sexually frustrated? The reason wasn't 　　important anymore; what mattered was that this theme seemed to have been used countless times in adult videos. 　　Husband's subordinate assaulting his boss's wife— 　　did her uncle know? According to the typical adult video plot, he shouldn't. But why, why 　　Aunt Ying? 　　For some reason, seeing Aunt Ying being fucked by a strange man made me so uncomfortable. 　　I almost forgot about one thing: why would Aunt Ying be having an affair in this desolate place? Sexual desire? 　　But I didn't care to think about it anymore. I didn't dare go out and expose her, not out of courage, 　　but because of what identity I should use. Nephew? A nephew catching his aunt cheating? What should I say to Aunt Ying 　　? Tell her to stop her adultery? Tell her to leave that man's arms immediately? 　　Heh, I think even if Uncle appeared in front of her, Aunt Ying would probably still go all the way to orgasm 　　first. 　　Why? Keep watching and you'll see. 　　Aunt Ying seemed to be getting into it, her body movements becoming more and more intense. The man put down 　　Aunt Ying's stockinged legs and grabbed her buttocks, thrusting vigorously. Every now and then, he would reach out and grab Aunt Ying 　　's round, ripe breasts, even the rosy nipples. Judging from his technique 　　, he was no less skilled than an AV actor; he was clearly a seasoned pro. 　　"Oh...so good..." "A little harder...I'm almost there." 　　With a better point of leverage, the man's penis penetrated deeper into Aunt Ying's depths, instantly causing 　　her to moan repeatedly, her eyes glazed over with infatuation. 　　"Hehe, madam, does my penis feel good to you?" 　　"Good...so good..." 　　"How does it compare to President Yang?" 　　"Don't...don't mention that person..." 　　"Tell me, or I won't move." 　　With that, the man really stopped moving. But Aunt Ying was on the verge of orgasm, and she couldn't 　　bear this unreleased feeling of pent-up desire. 　　So she quickly said, "You're much better than him, and your penis is thicker than his, please...fuck me quickly... 　　I feel so uncomfortable..." 　　The man seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted, so he stopped torturing Aunt Ying, thrusting his hips forward and 　　penetrating deeply into her deepest recesses once more. The tight, warm sensation made the man groan with pleasure. 　　"It's unbelievable that you, Madam, are almost forty and have already given birth, yet your pussy is still so tight. It's simply 　　unbelievable! Mr. Yang is really wasting a good thing, keeping such a beautiful and charming woman at home all alone while 　　he goes out and indulges in debauchery. Hahaha!"

"With his short penis, how can he compare to you?" Aunt Ying, a mature woman, was indeed
different from those naive young girls. She knew how to please a man and how to arouse his desire.
Sure enough, after hearing Aunt Ying's words, the man's testosterone surged instantly, and he became incredibly aroused.
His penis swelled again, and he thrust even more vigorously.
"Oh...so good, so comfortable..."
"I can't take it anymore...I want it..."
With the man's experience, he knew that Aunt Ying was about to climax, so he quickened his movements again, wanting
to make a final sprint. Because the man also knew that if Aunt Ying didn't climax soon, he wouldn't be able to hold on.
Aunt Ying's vagina was just too tight and too comfortable; even he could barely cope. Fortunately, his
rich experience and skillful technique allowed him to control it.
"Ah...oh...it's coming..."
"Ah—"
With Aunt Ying's exclamation, the man suddenly stopped, his hands tightly gripping Aunt Ying's plump
buttocks, the snow-white flesh alluring. The man, however, didn't admire them, but closed
his eyes, quietly enjoying the pleasure of ejaculation.
After being released from the man's penis, Aunt Ying's body was almost unsteady; slight twitches and trembling
breasts proved that she had just reached a peak, enjoying
the afterglow of her carnal feast.
I leaned against a clump of bushes for cover. If anyone saw my expression now, they would find it quite interesting.
Was this still the dignified and elegant Aunt Ying I usually knew? It was a stark contrast to her goddess-like demeanor during the day.
The visual contrast between Aunt Ying, whom I hadn't seen for so long and whom I had only met recently, and the scene before me was
something I, a mere mortal, couldn't accept for a moment.
My impression of Aunt Ying, though sometimes teasing me and especially fond of pinching my cheeks when I was little,
was that of a very elegant
and graceful elder, and a beautiful and voluptuous woman, even though I wasn't particularly fond of her.
This Aunt Ying I know is truly unbelievable. Infidelity? Adultery? Adultery?
To be honest, Aunt Ying isn't the first woman to shatter my perception of her. There's my mother who took my
virginity, Aunt Wen Wanting who inexplicably had sex with me once, and now Aunt Ying.
Are they promiscuous? But usually, they all seem like very virtuous and dignified women. What
makes them show this other side, or are they just naturally like this, only good at pretending?
I suddenly began to doubt the ugliness of human nature, even feeling that something I had always held onto deep inside had shattered
.
Just as I was lost in thought, a man nearby suddenly spoke, breaking my reverie. I pricked
up my ears, wanting to eavesdrop on what they were saying.
"Madam, how did you find this place? It's so exciting! It's
even more thrilling than having an affair with you at Mr. Yang's house!"
At this moment, the afterglow of Aunt Ying's climax was gradually fading. She took the tissue the man offered and used it
to wipe the fluid that had flowed from her vagina during lovemaking. A charming smile appeared on her face, her delicate blush still lingering from the climax. Her captivating allure at that moment 　　truly mesmerized
me, the clueless lecher hiding in the shadows . 　　"Hehe, this is all thanks to what I heard back then..." 　　It turned out that when Aunt Ying was young, she had heard stories from the village elders about the vengeful spirits of the women here, and she had become 　　curious. One night, just like tonight, she ran in to verify if there really were ghosts. However, 　　Aunt Ying was much bolder than me; she was only about eleven or twelve years old at the time. When Aunt Ying got closer, she discovered that the so-called 　　wailing of a vengeful spirit was actually the sound of a woman's moans. Coincidentally, the person Aunt Ying saw was someone she recognized— 　　no, everyone in the village recognized him. The man having sex in the open was none other than the village 　　chief of her mother's village. 　　But that wasn't the most striking thing. What truly left an indelible impression on Aunt Ying was that the naked 　　woman, her white buttocks exposed, being fucked by the village chief, was none other than his daughter-in-law. 　　Incest? That was the thought that instantly flashed through Aunt Ying's mind. 　　Aunt Ying would never forget that scene. She was just a teenage girl at the time, 　　just beginning her adolescence, with vague fantasies about sex. The village chief's powerful penis 　　thrust deeply into his daughter-in-law's body, until the final ejaculation splattered onto her large buttocks. 　　The sight of that milky white liquid spraying through the air struck Aunt Ying's young heart. 　　This experience had a profound impact on Aunt Ying, but that's a story for another time 　　. It's worth mentioning that Aunt Ying had always wanted to experience what it felt like to make love here. 　　This led to the scene I just witnessed. 　　"No wonder…it seems this legend was fabricated by your village chief, for having 　　an affair with his daughter-in-law. But has anyone ever suspected anything or come in to investigate?" 　　"Back then, feudalistic thinking was rampant, and villagers had immense reverence for ghosts and gods. Some were brave enough to come in and 　　investigate, but they all ran away as soon as they heard a sound. So, over time, people's fear intensified. 　　And that's how this rumor spread. I just don't know why, even though the village chief has been gone for so long, 　　this rumor is still circulating." 　　"Perhaps there are others in your village who, like us, come here to have affairs." 　　"Steal your dead head," Aunt Ying playfully pushed the man, "but it's not impossible." 　　Aunt Ying's flirtatious gesture didn't anger the man; instead, his lewd grin widened. Before Aunt Ying 　　could pull up her white, tight-fitting dress, he reached out and placed his hand on one of her breasts, giving it a small, firm 　　squeeze, followed by a gentle, light kneading. 　　"Speaking of which, Madam, it seems yours has gotten even bigger." 　　"It's all because of you…" Aunt Ying trailed off, perhaps out of shyness, or perhaps 　　to play along with the man's flirtatious advances. 　　"Because of what?"

"Ugh, you rascal!"
"Haha, this is at least an F cup, right? Such big and firm breasts, Mr. Yang,
you're really wasting them! If it
were me, I'd go home every day!" "Hmm...it's not as exaggerated as you say..." Under the man's subtle pressure,
Aunt Ying, who had just climaxed, reacted again.
"Oh, Madam is as sensitive as ever, wanting it again so soon after we just finished—"
"Ugh..."
To my surprise, I thought Aunt Ying and the man were going to have another round
, but Aunt Ying pushed the man's hand away and gave him a flirtatious look. Then she
zipped up her bra and tight skirt. However, her stockings were torn too badly and had fallen
outside her skirt, so she had no choice but to take them off and throw them away.
During the process, Aunt Ying looked at the stockings in her hand, stained with water and a few semen marks, and scolded the man, saying that
he always did this, making it impossible for her to wear a pair of stockings for long.
It was then that I came to my senses; it was already quite late, no wonder Aunt Ying stopped the man from continuing
.
Suddenly, after Aunt Ying finished cleaning up, she turned to leave the bushes, and her gaze fell on
me, startling me. I quickly pulled my head back. Then, I hurriedly hid myself in the bushes and
frantically ran away towards Aunt Ying's blind spot.
However, Aunt Ying stopped in her tracks. Although I reacted quickly and wasn't discovered, I forgot one
crucial thing: shadows. This was a bush area; the tree trunks were relatively short, and the canopies did
n't block the moonlight. Before, when I was stationary, my shadow blended into the bushes, but the sudden, violent
movement caused my shadow to vibrate. The flickering of my shadow was seen as I fled.
Aunt Ying didn't make a sound, for reasons unknown. The light in her eyes flickered briefly before
vanishing.
As for me, who had run off, I certainly wasn't foolish enough to go back the way I came. What if I hadn't gone far and
Aunt Ying emerged from the bushes? Wouldn't I be discovered then?
So, thinking myself clever, I simply turned and went behind the bushes, waiting for
Aunt Ying and the others to leave.
Hidden behind the bushes, I watched their departing figures, and only
after confirming they were gone did I slowly emerge and head towards the edge of the woods. However, there was something extra in my pocket
…
When I returned to the village, many houses had already turned off their lights. I never imagined that a simple
after-dinner walk would drag on so late, and I certainly never imagined that this walk would lead to something I would never forget
.
As I entered the courtyard and was about to go inside to find my mother, Aunt Ying came out of the bathroom.
She smiled and said, "Xiao Feng? Where did you go to play? Why are you so late?"
Aunt Ying seemed the same as she had during the day; she was dressed elegantly in a white, form-fitting dress,
except that the black stockings covering her beautiful white legs were nowhere to be seen. Seeing this, my heart was filled with
a jumble of emotions, a feeling I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"I haven't been back for a long time, so I wandered around and lost track of time,"
I said, trying to appear calm. Of course, with my experience, I couldn't fake it perfectly, but I
did my best to suppress my emotions.
"Don't you feel like things have changed a lot? Hmm... Actually, Aunt Ying always feels this way when she comes back.
Times have changed, even the village changes every year, but I still miss the days of my childhood. There are so many
places filled with memories, but unfortunately, many of them are gone now..."
Aunt Ying smiled sweetly, "As your second great-uncle said, people always unconsciously reminisce
about the past when they get old. It seems Auntie is getting old too."
Old? Before, in the woods and bushes, her hips were wiggling more wildly than an AV actress, her moans were
so seductive. Of course, I wouldn't show it on my face.
"Auntie isn't old at all. If you go out on the street and find a stranger, they'll definitely think you're only in your twenties
. In my heart, Auntie will always be young and beautiful, much prettier than all the girls in my class.
" "Sweet talker—" "
I'm just stating the facts," I said, pouting. In fact, I wasn't exaggerating at all. Looking at Aunt Ying
now, who could tell she's a woman approaching forty?
Sometimes fate seems to favor certain people; time seems unable to leave a mark on their faces, as if they are
the darlings of heaven.
"Yes, yes, tsk tsk, no matter how nicely you say it, Auntie won't give you any candy. Okay, go back to sleep,
it's so late."
"Okay, goodnight, Auntie Ying."
"Goodnight."
I then went into the house, glancing at Auntie Ying out of the corner of my eye before leaving. My seemingly calm heart
was actually churning like a stormy sea.
The dim light in the courtyard flickered. Auntie Ying watched my departing figure, which suddenly
merged with a certain shadow, a hint of suspicion flashing in her eyes. She stood there, lost in thought, for a long time before
letting out a sigh in the quiet night…
Once out of Auntie Ying's sight, behind the door, I took something out of my pocket and fell into deep thought.
However, I didn't linger. After only a moment, I pulled myself out of my thoughts and walked straight inside.
The ancestral home was newly renovated, and many facilities were complete. Moreover, considering my great-uncle
's age, these facilities are very advanced and convenient. You ask how I found a room? Although the ancestral home has been renovated
into a three-story building, fortunately, my Aunt Ying had arranged everything for us that afternoon.
So I found a room quite easily.
However, most of my uncles and aunts came back today to celebrate my great-uncle's birthday, and due to travel distances, most stayed
overnight, so there weren't enough rooms. My mother and I had to share a room.
As I went upstairs, I was still replaying everything that had happened deep in the woods. I truly never imagined that Aunt Ying
would have an affair. This was a huge shock to me. I reflected deeply on whether everyone
harbors a secret. Is the image we present to others just a facade?
Aunt Ying was like that, and Aunt Wen seemed to be too. I suddenly remembered that white medicine bottle. My intuition told me
it held a huge secret, possibly related to the confused encounter I had with Aunt Wen that day.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it, it was just a feeling.
I wonder… if Mom… also had a secret she didn't know about… maybe…
The night was cool as water, the breeze refreshing, the long night, the darkness bewildering.
Nighttime is when the bestiality hidden in human blood is most likely to erupt, when humanity tears off its
masks, revealing its true nature, its ugliness, its greed laid bare.
****************************The dividing line of evil******************************
[Was this completely unexpected?] I told you, you guys are still so naive. My tricks are actually quite deep,
haha. Well, since this plot wasn't in my original outline, I just wrote it randomly, whatever came to mind
. So, this impromptu piece, created from random random thoughts, was a pleasant surprise. However,
because of this, the writing in this chapter is a bit disjointed, which is a little frustrating. I'm a perfectionist, you know!
[You guys have been lucky lately; a big shot offered me a high price to update more chapters. What can I do?
I'm a spineless guy, so there should be one more chapter this month. It's getting cold, and I
don't have money for clothes. I'll work my ass off writing to earn some money to buy a winter coat. Otherwise, I've been wearing the same few coats
for years, and my mom always says I'm shabby when I go home…]
[Hmm… there's not much to say about the plot. I feel like my plot is getting too big, and I'm afraid I won't be able
to control it later. After all, I've only finished half of the outline, and I haven't even planned the second half yet. If I can't control it, I'll be a flop.
]
[Alright, first of all, Merry Christmas everyone! If you have a girlfriend... well, I curse that your girlfriend
gets her period on that day! If you don't have a girlfriend, hey bro, how about we watch some AV together? I heard Christmas Eve and
AV go well together—]
[As usual, the pictures are purely for personal enjoyment and have nothing to do with penises. Just look at the figures, no need
to look at the faces—the plastic surgery and Photoshop are too obvious. Forgive me for not being able to find pictures of the original, naturally beautiful women. By the way,
someone asked about the comic from the previous chapter; it's a new work by the author Sixteen Nights Heart. Those interested can check it out themselves.]

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