[Betel Nut Beauty - Short Story] Chapter Four

Influenced by martial arts masters, my interest in martial arts was greatly stimulated.

I wanted to learn the Nine Yang Manual, the Great Shift of the Universe, and the Star Absorbing Skill, but alas, no legendary manuals were available for me to find. However,

I could teach myself skills like Little Li's Flying Dagger, Finger Flicking Skill, and Dog-Beating Stick Technique, and I even achieved some success: with Little Li's Flying Dagger, my hands were

covered in cuts from the dagger, yet it could still fly within two meters of me and hit the target within 20-40 centimeters.

With Finger

Flicking Skill, my middle finger grew a joint longer than my index finger, and my nail broke. With Dog-Beating Stick Technique, although my head was covered in

bumps, no stray dog on the way from school to home dared to bark at me anymore. The most effective skill was

Lingbo

Weibu, which was the result of being chased by stray dogs in the early stages of practicing Dog-Beating Stick Technique. Now, in the entire grade, I am second to none in short, medium, and

long-distance running .

After much trial and error, battered and bruised, I returned to the real world and decided to start with

basic Aiming too high wouldn't work, especially since I lacked martial arts manuals and renowned masters. So

, what should I learn? Judo or Taekwondo? Forget it; martial arts originating from my great nation aren't exactly authentic.

Boxing or wrestling? Those seem to be the hobbies of muscular men; I didn't want to become a muscle-bound individual.

Sanda ( Chinese kickboxing)?

Hmm, not bad. Long-range leg attacks and close-range punches; if one strike misses, I can retreat, and it would maintain my

dashing image. I liked it. Having made up my mind, I immediately enrolled in the school's Sanda club, and thus,

my

martial arts training officially began. A 45-minute run in the morning and an hour of Sanda

practice became part of my routine.

Besides martial arts, I gradually developed an interest in girls, or rather, women—physically speaking, of course.

School became a place to satisfy my thirst for knowledge. In class, whenever there was a female teacher, my eyes would light up, and I'd be completely

mesmerized, often only snapped back to reality by chalk scraps and erasers. During breaks, my friends and I would chat

endlessly in the hallways, but the moment a female classmate passed by, I'd fall completely silent, like a dazed goose, my gaze glued to her until she 　　disappeared, earning my friends countless "mothballs" in return. 　　Besides school, watching TV became my method of observing women. Advertisements for breast enhancement, lingerie, stockings, and body shaping became my favorite shows, and beauty pageants were my absolute favorite. 　　Especially when the contestants in swimsuits walked back and forth on the catwalk, my penis would become erect; I wished reach through the screen and get a closer look. 　　Gradually, these two interests produced results that were both delightful and pathetic. Delightful: I ran faster , jumped higher, and my muscles became slightly more defined—well, I also got darker and thinner. Sadly 　　, my grades plummeted from the top tier to the bottom (I was so focused n't concentrate; thank goodness I didn't get last place!). 　　　　　　　　　　　************ 　　So boring! The TV programs are so dull. It's only 10 pm, plenty of time before bed. What to do? 　　I played soccer with my friends all morning and slept soundly all afternoon. This Saturday night, I'm pacing around the house, wide awake and doing absolutely nothing. 　　My parents' room hasn't changed much; the wardrobe is still the same, the bed is still the same, only a few more bottles of cosmetics have appeared on the dressing table . My sister's room—one word: smells wonderful; another word: messy 　　. Clothes, socks, and shoes are everywhere, even worse than mine. 　　Back in my room, I picked up my copy of *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, which I was reading for the second time. I found the place I'd left off last time and started reading again… 　　Guo Jing's mother, a village girl, chose suicide to prevent her son from being branded an ungrateful traitor, thus thwarting Genghis Khan's plot. She was truly a wise and seemingly foolish mother. But would Guo Jing 　　be happy? After achieving fame and success, what would ? He would feel remorse, guilt, and longing for her! 　　Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a strong longing for my mother and wanted to see her… 　　It wasn't too late yet. Although I didn't know the exact shop where my mother lived, I knew roughly which street she was on. Besides, I was skilled in martial arts; a couple of petty thieves were no match for me. Even if I couldn't beat them, I could outrun them! 　　Let's go find Mom. Having made up my mind, I changed my clothes, put on my sneakers, locked the door, and ran 　　briskly towards the street where my mother lived . 　　　　　　　　　　　This 　　street is so strange! A highway runs through it, and there are many shops on both sides, most of which have floor-to- glass windows with colorful neon lights embedded in the glass rather than on the signs. Although the street is brightly lit 　　, there are very few pedestrians, mostly passing cars, and they all drive very slowly. 　　Because I didn't know which shop my mother was in, I peered into each shop through the glass windows, searching for her. 　　Wow, the shop assistants in these shops are amazing! They are all female shop assistants, about the same age as my sister, and they are all dressed in revealing clothes, especially their lower bodies. Whether it's skirts or shorts, they only cover their buttocks, 　　leaving their legs completely exposed. From my "beauty pageant judge" perspective, if you ignore their faces, their figures are no worse than those of beauty pageant contestants . 　　Ah, if only I could walk down this street every day, I wouldn't have to spend all day staring at my teachers and older and younger classmates at school and losing focus in class. 　　I sighed, mentally rating the shop assistants as I slowly searched for my mother. 　　This one's figure a 7, face a 6; this one's face an 8, figure an 8; this one's face a 9, figure a 5… …Wow, this figure is amazing, a 10! And then look at her face, wow, a 10! She's a stunning beauty! Wait , isn't that 　　Mom…? 　　Mom's glossy black hair cascaded high and firm, half-exposed, appearing snow-white against the black fabric. 　　She wore matching underwear, completely covering her rounded hips, and her long legs gleamed as if coated in oil. Looking at that familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face, I finally realized…

It was

Mom!

Mom was intently fiddling with something in her hands, as if she had thought of something fun.

Her crescent-shaped eyes, beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows, were slightly closed, her pink lips, painted with bright lipstick, were pursed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned. Two rosy

clouds painted her oval face. A face like a peach blossom—this was it! I finally

understood the scene described by the master painter!

So this is how beautiful Mom is! How come I never noticed before? It seems like this is the first time I've seen Mom

dressed like this. She's undeniably beautiful, and there's something indescribable about it… um, why is my little

penis getting hard again?

"Beep, beep, beep," the car horn startled Mom and me from our concentration. Mom first saw

me outside the shop window, waved at me excitedly, and then noticed the car behind me. Mom quickly grabbed something

, rushed out of the store, tossed out a "Xiaowen, wait a minute," and walked towards the car.

I looked at Mom in confusion, wondering what she was going to do.

A little while later, Mom came back, pulling me towards the shop while nagging, "Xiaowen,

it's so late, why did you run out alone? It's not safe! What if you run into bad guys?"

"Don't worry, Mom. Your son is a Sanda master now. One or two petty thieves are no match for me!"

"A Sanda master? I didn't see that coming. Oh, when did you learn Sanda? I didn't even know!"

Mom said, pulling me to sit on the high stool in front of the shop window.

Enjoying the care I hadn't felt in a long time, I felt warm all over and had so much to say to Mom. I

explained in detail why I learned Sanda and patiently told her about my training process.

After listening to my rambling explanation, Mom lovingly stroked my face and said, "Practicing Sanda must be very hard

, right? Look how thin you've become!"

"It's alright, I've turned fat into muscle, Mom, look!" I raised my arm, bent

my forearm , and strained, making my small biceps bulge. "Isn't it great? Feel it, isn't it hard?"

"Look here," I said, jumping off the high stool, turning around and pointing to my butt,

saying, "It's gotten smaller, hasn't it? Because the fat has turned into muscle."

"Giggle giggle," Mom was amused by my boasting and couldn't sit still on the high stool anymore, so she gave my butt

a light slap. "Okay, okay, stop showing off."

Mom pulled me back to the high stool and said gently, "Dad, Mom, and my sister are usually busy with

our business and don't have time to take care of you. You won't blame us, will you?"

"No, Mom. I know you're all so busy, all to earn money so I can eat well, dress

well, live well, and go to school. I won't blame you. It's just that I'm still young and can't help you much. Don't

worry about me, I can take care of myself. But sometimes when I'm home alone, I

miss you so much!"

Hearing my words, tears suddenly welled up in Mom's beautiful eyes. Just as I was about to ask her what was wrong,

Mom got off the high stool and came to my side, hugging me tightly. She stroked my head and

said, "I'm sorry, Xiaowen, Mom hasn't taken good care of you. Mom misses you so much!"

The grievances hidden deep inside burst forth in Mom's embrace. I hugged Mom's waist tightly,

pressed my cheek against Mom's soft, white chest, and cried silently.

Gradually, the rapid beating of my mother's heart subsided, and I stopped crying silently.

My mother and I separated. I saw the glistening tears on her face and reached out to wipe them away. She, in turn, gently

wiped away the tears that lingered at the corners of my eyes with her fingers. How embarrassing it was for my mother to see me—a grown man—crying!

I lowered my head in shame. Seeing the tears still clinging to my mother's firm, half-exposed breasts, I reached out to

wipe them away .

With the movement of my hand, those snow-white mounds trembled twice.

Mom paused, then exclaimed "Ouch!" and lightly tapped my head, saying, "Didn't

I tell you not to touch a girl's private parts like that?"

Looking at Mom's flushed face and her slightly angry expression, I was a little stunned. Suddenly, I snapped out of it. "Oops,

Mom, I'm sorry, I just... oh no, I couldn't help myself, oh no, it was an accident, oh no, what

was it again... it was..."

Seeing me scratching my head, Mom chuckled and said, "Okay, okay, Mom doesn't blame

you!"

"By the way, are you thirsty? Mom will get you a drink." Saying this, my mom walked towards the refrigerator not far away.

Looking at my mom in her black high heels, looking like a lingerie model on a catwalk, I was filled with questions.

Taking the drink, I opened it and took a sip. I couldn't help but ask, "Mom, why are you dressed like this?"

"It's my work uniform. There's no other way. There are so many betel nut shops on this street now, the competition is fierce. If we don't come up with

some unusual tricks, customers won't buy."

"So we sell betel nuts! But you don't need to dress like this to sell betel nuts!" "

It's all to attract customers. There's a term for it, right, the eyeball effect. Mom,

if we didn't dress like this, customers wouldn't notice us, and no one would buy betel nuts. Wearing

this uniform, the shop's business has improved a lot. That's why your dad and Uncle Hai opened another

branch, and your sister works there now. It was all Uncle Hai's idea."

"No wonder the staff at the other shops are dressed so scantily; it's really eye-catching. But I think Mom

looks the best. When I first saw you, I didn't even recognize you. I thought you were a beauty pageant contestant

!"

"Hehehe, thank you for the compliment, little boy!"

"It's not flattery, it's true! It's a real

loss to the fashion world that Mom doesn't participate in beauty pageants or modeling competitions..."

"Hehehehe..."

And

so, more than two hours passed by in our pleasant chat,

interrupted by car horns constantly beating to buy betel nuts. Those drivers were so annoying! But

watching Mom's cat-like figure in her high heels, swaying with such grace, was truly a treat. No wonder everyone likes her...

I enjoyed watching beauty pageants and model competitions, especially the swimsuit competitions.

The excitement gradually subsided, my biological clock rang on cue, and drowsiness washed over me. I listlessly chatted with my mother, making small

talk . My mother noticed I was sleepy and led me to the lounge at the back of the shop, letting me

rest in a bedroom similar to a Japanese-style room.

I lay down on the floor of the room and quickly drifted off to sleep. My mother's beautiful face and the figure of her in black lingerie

intertwined throughout my dream. Finally, I seemed to fall asleep

sweetly

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