[A Mother's Love and Sorrow] Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Xiaojia's Counterattack
Time flies, and more than half a year has passed since my mother and I arrived in G country.
Many things have happened in these six months. When we first arrived in G country, my mother took me to a small town called Noel to settle down. Not long after, my mother "accidentally" met Long Qingshan at an event, and after a short two-month courtship, she couldn't wait to move in with him.
During this time, my mother also asked for my opinion. What could I say? We didn't have much money, and my mother hadn't found a suitable job yet. Besides relying on Long Qingshan, she had no other choice. I silently nodded, burying my hatred for Long Qingshan even deeper in my heart.
My mother and I moved into Long Qingshan's house in town. To avoid attention, Long Qingshan bought a small house, a two-and-a-half-story house, no different from other ordinary houses in town.
That evening after dinner, my mother made my bed in my room. My room was large, which made me feel even more lonely. Mom sat down on the edge of the bed with me in her arms and said, "Xiaojia, we'll be living here from now on."
"Mom, I miss Dad so much."
I snuggled into Mom's arms, feeling her warmth.
"Yes, you can see Dad online often from now on,"
Mom comforted me.
"Oh."
Mom and I sat quietly, neither of us speaking, as if time had frozen.
A few heavy coughs outside broke the silence. Mom stood up and said apologetically, "Xiaojia, you should rest well. Mom will come to stay with you again tomorrow."
I held Mom's soft hand reluctantly, wanting to say, "Mom, don't go, stay with me."
But I saw the difficulty in Mom's eyes, and I let go.
Watching Mom leave the room and close the door, I closed my eyes in anguish. From now on, Long Qingshan could legitimately hold Mom every night while sleeping. I buried my head in the blankets and cried silently.
The next morning, I saw Long Qingshan walk out of his room triumphantly, his mother nestled happily in his arms. When they saw me, his mother awkwardly tried to separate from him, but Long Qingshan tightened his grip on her arm, saying, "Xiaojia, up early?"
I snorted loudly and turned away, ignoring him.
His mother gently freed herself from his embrace and came over, saying, "Xiaojia, are you hungry? Mom will make you breakfast."
I didn't answer.
His mother patted my head and went to the kitchen.
Looking at his mother's round, plump buttocks under her pajamas, I thought maliciously, "How many times did Long Qingshan fuck that big buttock last night!"
Long Qingshan and his mother slept together every night, and even in broad daylight, they openly expressed their love for each other, often kissing openly at home, completely disregarding my presence—doing everything they couldn't do back home. And I, I've almost lost everything. I must take revenge, I must take revenge on that adulterous couple!
My mother, nourished by Long Qingshan, was radiant and beautiful, like a blooming peony. She was in high spirits, even humming a tune while doing housework. My feelings, however, were the complete opposite. I made no attempt to hide my hostility towards Long Qingshan. My mother noticed, but didn't force me to call him "Dad," only letting me call him "Uncle." My carefully crafted spying plan back home was rendered meaningless by my mother and Long Qingshan's open cohabitation, so I had to revise my plan.
Once I had a computer, almost all of Long Qingshan's secrets were now completely exposed to me. I easily installed a Trojan on his computer, and a month later, I obtained his online banking account password.
I opened a bank account for myself, initially hesitant to transfer much, only transferring a few hundred dollars from Long Qingshan's account. After a few days of silence, I transferred several thousand dollars, using some of it to buy a spy camera.
When my mother's long-lost naked body reappeared on my computer screen, I thought to myself, "Mom, my goddess, your Cupid has come to save you!"
But my mother didn't hear my thoughts. After several nights of passion with Long Qingshan, she lay naked in his arms, drifting off to sleep, a sweet smile on her face. My
mother, immersed in love, was exceptionally beautiful, and I was captivated. Should I destroy my mother's happiness?
×××××××××××××××××××× After settling down in Nuoer Town, I unexpectedly met a young man named Yun Zhaodan. We hit it off immediately. He taught me some Fire Virtue Qigong techniques, and I followed his instructions to meditate and cultivate Qi. I found it quite effective; my Yang energy surged, and my body grew rapidly.
A few months later, Yun Zhaodan handed me a book called "Dual Cultivation of Water and Fire," telling me he was leaving.
I took the book, feeling quite taken aback, and asked, "Brother Yun, where are you going?"
"I've found out where my mother is, and I'm going to find her,"
Yun Zhaodan said calmly, but I could see the determination beneath his composure.
"Where did your mother go?"
I asked curiously.
Brother Yun smiled wryly, not answering me directly, and said, "Xiao Jia, actually, our meeting wasn't accidental. I met you on my way to find my mother, and the first time I saw you, I knew we were the same kind of people, and this doesn't just refer to your fire element."
"Oh?"
I was a little confused.
"Your current abilities are insufficient to fulfill your wish, just like I was when I was a child, so I decided to help you, came to this small town with you, and teach you the Pure Yang Fire Virtue Technique,"
Brother Yun said.
"My wish? Brother Yun, what do you mean?"
I was still confused.
“After reading this book, you’ll understand what I’m talking about.”
Brother Yun patted my shoulder and said, “Xiao Jia, practice this technique diligently; one day you’ll find it useful.”
I didn’t quite understand, but I still said, “Brother Yun, I wish you find your mother soon.”
“Thank you.”
Brother Yun turned and left, saying, “Take care, brother, we’ll meet again if fate allows!”
Back home, I eagerly flipped through the book Brother Yun had given me, *Dual Cultivation of Water and Fire*. Chapter 1 described the Fire Virtue Pure Yang Technique that Brother Yun taught me; Chapter 2 described the Water Spirit Divine Technique, specifying that it was best practiced by women of water element; Chapter 3 was the Dual Cultivation Technique, with a small note at the end: “By combining Fire Virtue and Water Spirit in this technique, Yang grows and Yin is born, preserving youth and heart.”
Remembering that Brother Yun had mentioned his mother was of the Water Spirit type, I vaguely understood what Brother Yun meant by saying I was the same kind of person as him. My secret Oedipus complex had been discovered, which made me quite embarrassed, but also relieved to have found a kindred spirit.
"Brother Yun, I wish you success!"
I sincerely wished Brother Yun success once again, while also encouraging myself. If Brother Yun could succeed, it seemed that my mother and I would also have a bright future.
Brother Yun had once told me that because I started practicing too late, it would be difficult for me to reach his level of spiritual separation. Therefore, I had to continue my voyeuristic scheme while diligently practicing the Fire Virtue Pure Yang Technique.
From my recent spying, I noticed a few things were amiss, which I summarized in my computer diary as a reference for the next phase of my actions: First, Long Qingshan seems to have mild depression due to his fear of extradition back to China, and he's using excessive sexual activity to relieve his distress. He has sex with his mother almost every night, and one night after ejaculating, he lay in her arms and said, "Zhenzhen, I only feel safe in your arms."
His mother hugged him even tighter.
Second, due to the immense mental stress, Long Qingshan's mental and physical energy are much lower than before, and sometimes he even secretly takes Viagra to make his mother laugh. Third, recently, Long Qingshan hasn't used a condom during sex, going shirtless and ejaculating directly into his mother's uterus each time. Fourth, these past few days, Long Qingshan has been using the traditional missionary position when ejaculating. His mother uses a pillow to support her lower back, raising her legs like a frog, her hands gripping her hips. Even after Long Qingshan withdraws his penis, his mother maintains this position for a long time, seemingly to prevent the semen from flowing back out.
From the above points, I concluded that Long Qingshan wanted my mother to get pregnant with his child, and my mother was cooperating. I was furious and secretly sneered, "With me here, you can forget about having a baby!"
Buying oral contraceptives from the pharmacy would be too obvious, so I ordered them online instead, and they arrived two days later.
From then on, I got up early every day to heat up milk for my mother. She thought I was becoming sensible and was very happy, patting my head and saying, "Xiaojia, you've grown up and know how to care for your mother. I'm so happy."
I leaned shyly against my mother, secretly laughing to myself, knowing that I had added birth control pills to that milk.
To prevent my mother and Long Qingshan from mixing up their milk, I even added something to Long Qingshan's milk, hehe...
Several months passed like this, and my mother showed no signs of pregnancy. Everything was under my control.
I don't know if it was because my birth control pills worked miraculously, or because Long Qingshan was indulging in excessive sexual activity, but he became increasingly impotent. Even after taking Viagra, he needed a long period of stimulation to get an erection.
Long Qingshan grew increasingly anxious and restless, and his attitude towards his mother changed drastically. He frequently scolded her over trivial matters. His mother, knowing the immense pressure he was under, patiently endured his outbursts.
It seemed Long Qingshan was gradually developing persecution mania; he believed many people on the street were sent by the government to monitor him and extradite him back. His sexual ability deteriorated further, ending quickly each time, failing to satisfy his mother.
That night, Long Qingshan finished hastily again. Seeing his mother still uncomplainingly holding her legs up, receiving his semen flowing deep into her womb, Long Qingshan felt deeply ashamed. He lay down beside her and said, "Zhenzhen, I've been too stressed lately; I just can't muster the energy. I'm so sorry."
"Qingshan, don't say that,"
his mother said softly. "Being able to live with you is already a luxury for me."
Long Qingshan was deeply moved, and they hugged each other tighter.
Seeing this scene, my kind heart began to reflect again: Had I gone too far? Is making my mother happier the right thing for me to do?
While I was struggling with this dilemma, I heard my mother say, "Qingshan, I really want to have a child for you. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we had a child, the fruit of our love?"
Hearing this, my anger flared up. "A fruit of our love"—what am I then? Since you've always loved Long Qingshan, am I just a task you completed to appease Dad? A wave of bitterness washed over me, and tears welled up uncontrollably.
My resolve hardened; I would take revenge, not only on Long Qingshan, but also on my mother who had wronged me!
"Should we go to the hospital for a checkup?"
my mother asked.
"No need,"
Long Qingshan said. "We've both had children before, so there shouldn't be any problems. It's probably just that I've been too stressed lately, which has affected my sperm quality."
My observant mother sensed the displeasure in Long Qingshan's words. She gave a soft "hmm" and said nothing more.
"Zhenzhen, should we go on a trip to relax?"
Long Qingshan suggested.
“Okay,”
Mom said, “I’ve wanted to travel with you for a long time, but I was afraid you wouldn’t like it, so I didn’t mention it.”
“Why were you afraid I wouldn’t like it?”
Long Qingshan looked up in surprise.
“Well, nothing.”
“You think I wouldn’t like traveling? Do you think I’ve been acting strange lately? Always wanting to stay at home, and acting all neurotic?”
Long Qingshan suddenly frowned.
“No, Qingshan, why do you say that?”
Mom regretted saying the wrong thing.
“They all want to see me get caught and brought back, to see the once spirited Long Qingshan in such a sorry state!”
Long Qingshan said viciously, “I didn’t expect you to think the same way.”
“Qingshan…”
Looking at the unreasonable Long Qingshan, Mom, though still holding her leg, began to tremble. She argued, “Qingshan, I abandoned everything in China to come abroad to reunite with you. Why? Wasn’t it for our love? Now I only have you. If anything happens to you, I, I…”
Mom choked up, unable to continue.
His mother's weeping did nothing to soften Long Qingshan's heart. He continued to stab her with cold words, "What's wrong with you? Even if I'm arrested, you can still take the money I left behind and find another man."
"Qingshan, you can't say that to me, it's not fair to me..."
His mother choked, unable to speak.
"Fair? Who's been fair to me?"
Long Qingshan said, "Back in China, I worked myself to the bone, constantly currying favor with my superiors, putting up with that tigress at home, painstakingly saving up some money, all for what? Wasn't it all for you!"
Long Qingshan's neck veins bulged as he spoke, his face contorted in a
ferocious grimace. I sat in front of my computer, gloating .
"Qingshan, I know you're doing this for my own good, aren't we together now?"
His mother pleaded, trying to calm Long Qingshan down.
"But I don't feel happy at all! Not even a little!"
Long Qingshan threw down those words viciously, turning away to show his mother his cold, unyielding back.
Hearing Long Qingshan's heartless words, Mom could no longer hold back. She sobbed, covering her mouth with her hands, trying to stifle her tears. Her raised legs gave way, and she collapsed to the side, some liquefied semen flowing from her vulva onto the towel beneath her buttocks. I could
no longer feign the joy of revenge; tears streamed down my face. Oh, my mother, my dearest mother, you suffered so much for this wretched man, did you ever think that your son was also crying for you?
I quickly got my hands on Long Qingshan's travel plans. He had a clever scheme; it was a month-long trip. I wasn't on vacation yet, so naturally I couldn't join, allowing him to spend some time alone with his mother.
My forgiving mother had long forgotten our previous argument and told me to stay home and study. She had already started packing for the trip.
I imagined them chasing and playing on the beach, and I was filled with rage. Those adulterous couple thought they could just abandon me like that? Not so easy!
The tour could be booked online, but the exorbitant fee shocked me—two hundred thousand US dollars for a couple for a month! And this two hundred thousand was hidden; the invoice only showed ten thousand US dollars, and it was up to you whether you went or not. It was practically a shady tour! Strangely, the tour only allowed singles under twenty to join, but the fee was still two hundred thousand! I looked at the tour description; it was nothing more than ordinary tours like underwater exploration and rainforest excursions. I just couldn't understand it.
I had already hacked into Long Qingshan's computer system, and over the past six months, I had transferred more than three million US dollars from his account. This was a small percentage of his embezzled funds, and Long Qingshan, who already had a mild mental illness, was completely unaware.
Fortunately, the tour group didn't require men and women under twenty to bring partners, so I spent two hundred thousand US dollars to join the tour without hesitation and took a long leave from school. Schools in G country are very lenient with students, and they approved my application without suspicion after seeing the forged parent's signature.
Long Qingshan and his mother left, and I followed right after. Before setting off, I put on the high-tech gadget I had ordered online—a human skin mask from Mission: Impossible II. Looking at the handsome young man in the mirror, whom I couldn't even recognize, I chuckled. This thing had finally come in handy.
The photo and name on my passport had also been changed long ago; my name was now "Zhao Ziyu." The first meeting point for the tour group was Pallas, New Zealand, where tourists from all over the world gathered to depart together. The tour group only had about 60 people in total. I did the math, and the travel agency could make millions of dollars from this one trip alone.
I boarded the plane smoothly with the tour group. Most of the passengers were couples, and the women were mostly quite attractive, some even stunning. Their clothing was also sexy and revealing; it seemed that only wealthy people could afford this expensive tour. The only annoying thing was that there were several scumbag couples among the tourists.
The other tourists looked at me, this half-grown boy, strangely, and I felt very uncomfortable being stared at. Luckily, I was wearing a mask. Before coming out, I had prepared myself, to act like someone else, to be shameless. After all, if I lost face, it would be "Zhao Ziyu's" loss, not mine.
With this realization, I acted much bolder. Before checking in, I slipped a tip to the tour guide, secretly telling him to sit next to my mother. He glanced at my mother, smiled knowingly, patted my shoulder, and whispered, "Mr. Zhao, this beautiful mature woman has a lot of eyes on her! No problem, I've got it covered."
My mother was called a "mature woman"—ugh, what kind of tour guide is this, saying such lewd things?
"Wow, so beautiful, so sexy, young man, you have good taste!"
The tour guide gave me a thumbs up.
I looked closely and saw my mother clinging to Long Qingshan's arm, acting coquettishly. She really was a little sexy. I broke out in a cold sweat.
On the plane, I was indeed seated next to my mother, pressed close to her bare arm, my heart pounding. The last time I flew with my mother was when we went abroad. Now, observing her closely from the side, I noticed her breasts were even bigger than before. It must be all Long Qingshan's doing, I thought sourly.
My mother was only talking to Long Qingshan on her other side and ignored me. When I handed her a cup of tea, Mom finally said "thank you" softly. Hehe, it was such a strange feeling.
After getting off the plane and leaving the airport, I realized it was a desolate little island. There weren't any decent buildings at all. What?! This is worth two hundred thousand dollars!
The bus stopped in front of a five-story luxury hotel, probably the only building on the island with more than three stories. The tour guide gathered us in the open space in front of the hotel and called roll. When he called "Zhuo Yunzhen," Mom answered crisply. I saw many men looking at Mom, and my heart skipped a beat. I felt both proud and uneasy. These men's eyes were so lecherous, and they made no attempt to hide it.
I was itching with resentment and glared fiercely at the sensitive areas of the women next to them as a form of retaliation!
After confirming the number of people was correct, the tour guide suddenly spread his arms and shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, friends! Welcome to the Devil's Island tour!"
He then threw his sun hat into the air!
"Oh, yeah!"
A cacophony of screams erupted from the crowd. Men and women alike were throwing whatever they could carry into the air like madmen!
Seriously? This has to be crazy! These people are too enthusiastic, getting this excited over a trip. But I quickly caught up in the excitement, throwing my sunglasses and hat into the air, yelling, "Devil's Island, here I come!" Then
I realized something was off—Saxophone Island had become Devil's Island!
I glanced at my mother and saw Long Qingshan revealing his true, hysterical nature, raising his arms and shouting something. But amidst the frenzied crowd, his actions seemed quite natural. My mother, however, didn't move, only watching Long Qingshan with some concern. This
time, I didn't tip the tour guide, and he kindly arranged for me to stay in the room next to my mother's. I was in 317, and my mother and Long Qingshan were in 319.
That night, everyone was exhausted from the long journey, so as usual, we rested, and nothing more was said.
The next morning, during breakfast, the tour guide handed out a "Daily Itinerary" to everyone, all written in English. While it wasn't difficult for me, I was busy eating and didn't look at it carefully; I figured I'd just follow the crowd. The tourists were all excitedly staring at their schedules, and those bastards were even making exclamations of "Oh, Yoshi!" Damn, these guys really have never seen anything like it.
After breakfast, I went back to my room to wash up and then went downstairs to meet up. To my astonishment, all the female tourists had changed into bikinis! It was absolutely outrageous!
The male tourists' eyes were blatantly scanning the women's bodies, some even making comments in small groups. Strangely, the women's male companions didn't seem bothered at all. Most of the women lowered their heads shyly, while a few even struck poses to show off their figures.
Has the world gone mad? Or am I the one who's gone mad?
I followed the tourists onto the bus, completely bewildered. I'd never been on such a sensual bus ride before. Women of all skin tones and figures, dressed in all sorts of bikinis, sat there for you to admire. What was going on?
My mouth went dry. Then I saw my mother sitting in the middle of the bus. She was also wearing a bikini!
My usually conservative mother had always only worn one-piece swimsuits. This white bikini with red stripes was trendy, with a strapless design. It made my mother's 36D breasts look round and full, with only small pieces of fabric barely covering her areolas.
Sitting next to her, Long Qingshan was still studying that "travel schedule." I'd left mine in the room, so I had to lean over to look at it.
The Chinese translation is as follows: "Daily Itinerary: 'Chasing Your Cupid' 8:30 Meet at the foot of Cupid Mountain; Women should wear bikinis and heels of 3 inches or higher, and may use umbrellas; Men may dress as they see fit.
9:00 The game begins, and another 20 Cupid Babies arranged by the travel agency will join as well."
Game Rules: Female tourists and Cupid babies start 10 minutes first, and must not remove their high heels. They can hide on the mountain.
Male tourists start 10 minutes later, and must not carry any tools. They can chase any woman, and women can resist. Neither men nor women can harm the other.
If multiple male tourists catch the same woman, the woman gets to choose.
The last woman a man catches that day can be taken back to the hotel for the night.
Violation of these rules will be severely punished. "I'm so excited! No wonder it's a $200,000 tour, it's a sex tour!
Long Qingshan actually betrayed his mother to satisfy his perverted desires, taking her on such a perverted tour!
" His mother whispered to Long Qingshan, "Qingshan, let me see this itinerary."
Long Qingshan smiled awkwardly and said, "What's there to see? I'll just follow everyone else later."
"What? How can a tour be so strange? Where do you get the requirement to wear swimsuits as soon as you step out the door? It's so embarrassing!"
I looked at my mother in surprise, only to see her looking embarrassed. It seemed she was in an even worse state than me; she had no idea what was going on! I
was both amused and exasperated, thinking, "Mom, you trusted Long Qingshan too much! He sold you out and you don't even know it!"
Thank goodness I came along, otherwise… I shivered in the sweltering heat, unable to imagine what would have happened to my mother if I hadn't come.
This past year, my Fire Virtue Pure Yang Technique hadn't been in vain. Not only had it made me nearly 1.8 meters tall by fifteen, but it had also given me a strong physique. Suddenly, I realized my penis was engorged and erect, pressed against my stomach—my yang energy was truly excessive!
I glanced around and saw several men staring at my mother with lustful eyes, clearly regarding her as… I glared at them fiercely a few times, but to no avail.
My mother's beautiful body had been almost completely exposed to them; although she was poised and confident, she could only look out the window and pretend she hadn't seen anything.
Soon we arrived at the foot of the so-called "Mount Cupid." This Mount Cupid, which would be considered a small hill on the mainland, stood out prominently on this small island, covered in lush, verdant trees.
The tour guide quickly separated the men and women as soon as they got off the bus. My mother was a little confused and asked Long Qingshan, "Qingshan, what's going on? Why are we separated?"
Long Qingshan said, "Zhenzhen, it's alright, just listen to their arrangements." "
Having said that, he hurriedly shook off his mother's hand and walked towards the group of men.
His mother had no choice but to stand there. Even amidst the beautiful women, she still stood out. Although not as tall as some of the European and American women, her Eastern intellectual beauty still attracted the attention of most of the men.
Just then, a group of hot beauties arrived—the so-called "Cupid's Babies," I suppose. Each one was indeed a stunner; some were blonde and blue-eyed, some were Asian, and even some had beautiful black pearls.
This group of women chatted and laughed loudly, freely displaying their beautiful bodies, completely without the awkwardness of women in the family. They
immediately overshadowed the beauties. Many men stared, especially the Japanese men, who were practically drooling.
I, however, wasn't very interested in them. Although these beauties were carefully selected from various countries, they were just playmates. In comparison, those respectable women like my mother aroused my desire more.
Among the rows of jade-like legs, I stared at each..." Looking at all the beautiful women's feet, I still think my mother's feet are the most beautiful.
My mother's feet are the most beautiful I've ever seen. Today she's wearing a pair of open-toe, mid-heeled sandals with a streamlined, side-open design. The gold sandals make her feet appear exceptionally white, and her full, rounded toes are slightly upturned. Without any nail polish, they look so sexy and elegant.
I couldn't help but swallow, thinking how wonderful it would be to have the chance to suckle her toes today.
I saw my mother frowning as she searched for Long Qingshan, who was lost in a field of flowers, his eyes both fervent and bewildered.
Before the game started, the tour guide began reading the "game rules." My mother's eyes widened in surprise; she finally understood what was going on.
My mother searched anxiously for Long Qingshan, who had shrunk into the crowd, not daring to look at her.
Helpless, my mother raised her hand. The tour guide looked at her strangely and said, "Madam, is there something you need?"
"I'm not feeling well and would like to go back to the hotel to rest." "
Mom said.
"Oh?"
The tour guide looked at Mom suspiciously, his face not looking too good, but he didn't press for details. He called out to the men's group, "Which gentleman came with this lady?" After
being asked several times, Long Qingshan reluctantly stepped forward.
"You, take your female companion back."
The tour guide ordered Long Qingshan.
"What? I paid for this, why should I go back? Can't she just take the bus back herself?"
Long Qingshan was anxious.
Hearing Long Qingshan's heartless words, Mom was on the verge of tears, unable to understand how her beloved had become like this.
"No! That's the rule in the group, either you play together or you go back together, otherwise the male-female ratio will be unbalanced." "
The tour guide said coldly.
Some men started to clamor, telling Long Qingshan not to waste his time.
Long Qingshan was embarrassed. He beckoned his mother over and said something to her. They probably thought no one else in the tour group spoke Mandarin, so they didn't bother to lower their voices.
"Zhenzhen, don't worry, I'll definitely go after you later,"
Long Qingshan said.
His mother gave him a cold look, clearly not believing him.
"Zhenzhen, please..."
Long Qingshan knew his mother was easily swayed by soft words but not by force, so he kept pleading with her.
His mother seemed not to recognize the man in front of her. Was this the man she loved so deeply?
Was he going to push his woman into a fire pit for his momentary lust?
His mother shook her head painfully and silently walked back to the women's group. Under the scorching sun, a group of lustful men and women looked at the lonely and helpless mother and fell silent for a moment.

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