[Urban] Reborn as a Wealthy Young Master (Complete) - 28-30

6.

Cheng Yuan made his move. He was playing mahjong at another friend's house. Around 10 PM, he suddenly decided

to quit, paid his bill, and leave. The mahjong parlor owner wanted to find someone else to fill in for him, but Cheng Yuan insisted that he find someone else.

"It's so late, who should we ask?" the owner asked. "Someone surnamed Zhou!" he

casually replied, "If he's not available, we can ask him to fill in!" That made sense! The owner made the call, and sure enough, Zhou wasn't playing, so he readily agreed. Cheng Yuan immediately called home, and Alan answered. " Call me Old Tang," he said softly. Old Tang took the phone, and Cheng Yuan, following their prior agreement, said, "Go pick up the goods at 12:30." " Is it reliable?" Old Tang asked. "Don't worry, the owner is with me and won't be back before dawn." Not long after he hung up, Farm Owner Zhou arrived. Seeing Cheng Yuan there, he immediately chuckled and said, " Fake Immortal , how's business lately? You're not so poor that you're spending those chips, are you?" "What? Chips can be used as money?" Farm Owner was completely bewildered. "Old Zhou's just joking, don't take it seriously," Cheng Yuan changed the subject. "Hurry up and sit down, I'm eager to make a killing ! " "Alright, let's get another Big Four Winds!" Zhou retorted. "Old Cheng, you've ever won Big Four Winds? With you?" the host asked, intrigued. "Who's ever won Big Four Winds? That's so unlucky!" Cheng Yuan had to laugh it off. "Yeah! A friend of mine's mother was playing mahjong at home on New Year's Eve. She had a Big Four Winds hand, but before she could win, she had a heart attack while drawing a tile and died," a fellow player said. "Look, you're already down before you even won! What would happen if you did win?" Zhou, the dealer, chimed in. "The bad luck that follows will be unstoppable, even the Heavenly King himself couldn't stop it. " Damn you, Zhou, haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? Trying to provoke me with this trick so you can crush me later? Don't even think about it ! I know this trick all too well! And tonight I'm in a particularly good mood. Even if you take a small loss here, I'll make sure to win big there. When you get home, you'll be so angry you'll jump off a building and only realize it was me, Cheng, who orchestrated this. Too late for regrets! Ha, ha. As he shuffled the cards, he meditated: Even if you haunt me and want revenge, I'm not afraid. I have a , and I can still subdue her completely. I'll still dominate her tonight. Why should I be afraid of you, you gambling addict? His mood improved, and his luck improved as well. After four rounds, his drawer was piled high with chips. "Old Zhou, sorry, I was chosen to be the 'Winner' tonight," he said confidently. " Only four rounds, don't rush," he said calmly. Of course, there was no rush. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 12:30. Time to go! Yes , Donald Duck and his apprentice did indeed set off. Upon arriving at their destination, the master himself opened the door with lightning speed. They tiptoed inside. It was pitch black. They searched the two rooms separately, and sure enough, both were empty . In a corner of the bedroom closet, they found Zhou's safe. "Tongzai, get out of the way, don't get in my way," Old Tang waved for his apprentice to leave. Tongzai , delighted to have found another place to plunder, started from the bedside. "One draw, five points," Cheng Yuan said triumphantly, pushing over the tiles. "One draw, three points; three concealed sets, two points; five points in total . " "This kid stepped in dog poop today. Luckily, I didn't get out," the gambling den owner gloated. "I'm going to the toilet," the owner said, his voice laced with rage. "Going to perform a ritual?" Cheng Yuan teased. "Remember, it's on the right side of the toilet, don't touch the wrong one." I know you're a good citizen, you definitely don't gamble. Gamblers generally dread washing their hands, believing it brings bad luck and washes away their good fortune. Conversely, the dirtier the hands, the better. This is precisely the practice of washing hands after using the toilet, since toilet seats are dirty, and hands that have touched them become like creamy osmanthus petals! This Mr. Zhou's method is even more ruthless; he urinates directly on his right hand—a so-called "strong medicine"! Meanwhile, Old Tang's hands weren't creamy osmanthus petals. Whether it was due to age or lack of practice , he was sweating profusely and still hadn't opened the safe. Making a mistake was a small matter, but losing face was a big deal. If word got out, his reputation as Donald Duck would be ruined. He crouched down again, carefully listening to the sound of the lock turning. "Master, don't rush, there's plenty of time." Tongzai handed over a glass of wine: "Good wine! Aged brandy , have a sip first. " "Do you have any braised dishes?" his master asked, looking up. " No. Should I go downstairs to buy some?" "Buy my ass!" The master swung his arm and slapped him on the head: "You little brat , our crimes are a sacred affair, and you're drinking? Do you think this is a party? What if we mess things up ? A disciple like you, so impatient and absurd, never mention my name outside, saying you're my disciple, it's shameful ! Get out of here!" Tongzai cursed under his breath, downed the glass, and left. Zhou , the owner of the gambling den, was probably bad at the game. Using this trick, his luck only worsened. Even when he was playing the "369" screw -shaped hand, he would still get a winning hand that Cheng Yuan was waiting for, making him furious. " I need to go to the toilet again!" Cheng Yuan pressed relentlessly. "It's okay, I don't care about the dealer's reputation. You should go do your ritual as soon as possible, lest you get uremia from holding it in. I can't afford that." " Can't you watch your mouth?" the owner couldn't stand it anymore. "Old Zhou, you were the one who suggested I bring him here. Why ? " Damn it, that's like exposing my secret! When Old Zhou gets home and sees this, he'll probably think of me. That would be terrible !

"If I can't open this little safe, what will I do?" Old Tang pondered, turning the dial a few more times. Feeling it was a bit

loose, he gently pulled the handle and laughed. "An experienced old hand," he thought, truly deserving the title! But when the door

opened , his smile vanished. Besides a few checks, there was only a small, lonely stack of thousand-yuan bills. Weighing

them in his hand, he knew without counting that it wouldn't exceed one hundred thousand yuan. He stormed back to the living room, only to find his unworthy apprentice had drunk most of a bottle of brandy and was passed out on the sofa . " Get up!" he kicked, "Utterly useless." The apprentice rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked, "Did you succeed, Master?" "We'll talk about it when we get home," he replied bitterly. Cheng Yuan, who had been playing very leisurely, became preoccupied after the owner revealed that he had sent Lao Zhou. His luck turned sour, and he lost a significant portion of his winnings in the four rounds before dawn. He knew he had ruined his hand and had to quit. "I'm not playing anymore, let's find someone else!" he told the owner. " Where am I supposed to find a foot at this hour?" the owner said unhappily. " Either you get off and use it as a stepping stone, or we're done here. I have things to do..." he said guiltily. "The change doesn't matter, just exchange it for chips." Gao Sen had been wandering the streets and alleys of Banqiao for a long time, feeling a bit tired. Seeing a park in the distance, he rode towards . Under the shade of the trees in the park, there were several benches. He deliberately chose the one with many cigarette butts on the ground, ignoring the others . Upon closer inspection, he noticed that one of the cigarette butts was still burning, indicating that the person sitting there had just left. Alan was a smoker too, he knew, so he imagined the person who had just sat there was Alan; he imagined the two of them sitting side by side, smoking, occasionally chatting about childhood memories, from morning till dusk , from black hair to white, passing their lives like that. Ah ! What does it matter if life passes by like that? People have their own ways of life, and Gao Sen's choice is perfectly understandable and beyond reproach. I 'm sure you know that Alan just sat in this seat, and I'm sure you think I deliberately arranged it again. Actually, you're wrong. It was truly the arrangement of the Creator, not me. Countless coincidences have occurred in the course of history, unbelievable ones—could it be my doing? In short, Gao Sen was completely unaware of this coincidence, so he sat there lost in thought without taking any action. In fact , he could still see Alan from her bedroom window! Separated by that window, two people truly in love were destined never to meet—wasn't that cruel enough? Exhausted and dazed, he vaguely recalled his youth, the time when he and Alan first had sex. He was back in Pingtung working during summer vacation from university, while Alan worked as a maid at her friend's hair salon. On his days off, he would go to her shop for a massage, spending the entire evening just washing her hair. Because there were other people around, he would sit there like a fool reading the newspaper, not daring to utter a sound even when other customers teased or flirted with Alan, which her friend found unbearable. "I have to go now, you can close the door," Alan's friend instructed her before leaving work. As soon as she left, the entire barbershop was empty except for the couple, the meaning couldn't be clearer. Alan seemed to , closing the door and trapping them both inside, creating their own little world. "Aren't you scared?" he suddenly asked. "Scared of what?" she asked. "What if I do something to you?" he asked again. "What do you mean, 'do something'? What do you want to do?" she countered. He hesitated, unsure whether the girl was genuinely unaware or feigning ignorance. "Come sit down," she said, pointing to the barber's chair. "I've already washed my hair!" "You'll see when you sit down," Alan said mysteriously. Gao Sen sat down, and she reclined the chair, letting him lie in front of her. Then, she massaged his temples with her slender fingers. "How is it?" she asked after a while. "Very comfortable," he replied. "I want to try the massage techniques I learned," she said, her smile blooming like a flower. "So you're using me as a guinea pig?" he feigned embarrassment and anger. "Ready-made! And free, aren't you satisfied?" she laughed too. "Of course not, unless you—" "How?" "Kiss me." He had barely finished speaking when he wrapped his arms around her neck, pulled her down, and their lips met. During their long, passionate kiss, they both lost themselves in the moment. However, kissing upside down felt awkward, so they gradually shifted their bodies until they were intertwined on the barber's chair. He lay on the bottom, kissing her while using both hands to lift her skirt, curiously exploring her buttocks. She didn't resist, only her tongue tried harder to reach his throat. This was a signal. He stretched his arm further down, reaching her clitoris. As soon as his fingers entered, she bit his tongue, causing him to open his lips wide in pain and pull his tongue out sharply. "It hurts!" he said. "It hurts too!" she replied. He didn't want to talk anymore, quickly stripping off her top, biting her nipple, sucking on the girl's milky scent, while his fingers continued to probe inside her vagina. "Ulukoo, no, no..." She arched her upper body, her face contorted in pain, even covering her breasts to prevent him from biting them. " Malay humor, don't be afraid." He was getting carried away, increasingly unable to control himself: "This is our first time, give it to me!" "I will marry you, give it to me," he commanded. " Ulukoo , I love you," she cried. Without further seeking her consent, he ripped off her panties and began to caress her vulva with his hand; only...

Seeing her lower body raised high, as if inviting him to penetrate deeper, his fingers probed and dug inside her vagina, producing

a lot of fluid he didn't understand, which trickled down his fingers onto his body.

Instinctively, he knew she was getting more aroused, so he held her tightly, pressing their bodies even closer together;

now, naked and on top, her vulva pressed against his, and the two lovers involuntarily swayed their hips from side to side,

rubbing their genitals together; however, his pants were still on, his crotch bulging uncomfortably, and he

had to cry out, "I can't take it anymore, sister, I need... I need to take off my pants."

Hearing his words, she freed one hand to undo his belt, though not very skillfully; he had no choice but to cooperate

, pulling at his pants with her hands, and with their combined efforts, even his underwear was pulled off, their genitals pressed together face to face.

Gao Sen shook his penis, but couldn't get it in. Frustrated, he gently

called out beside her, "Good sister, please, help me."

She grabbed his penis, guided it, and it went in easily; don't panic, only halfway

in , but it still made her cry out.

She

arched her lower body, separating the penis from her genitals, and then frowned, saying, "It hurts! Yours is so

thick!"

"

It'll be fine once it's in, don't be nervous," he said.

Now

, he had to do it himself. He stretched out his arm, grasped his penis, and slid it into her vagina along with her fluids

. Mustering his courage, he thrust in hard, and she immediately cried out loudly.

He couldn't care less about anything else and began thrusting harder. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her brows

furrowed, trying her best to endure it. He, however, hardened his resolve and thrust deeper, each stroke more intense than the last.

Gradually, her fingers loosened, her moans turning into lewd cries, and her lower body moved automatically in sync with

his movements. After a while, she leaned down to kiss him again, fully uniting their three vital points.

After kissing for a long time, he suddenly pulled away from her mouth and called out beside her, "Sister, my little brother is so swollen, I need to

pee."

"Don't pee yet. I'm asking you, what grudge does that Zhou guy have against you?" "

If you

have a grudge, why would you be playing mahjong with me?" He avoided the topic. "Is that all?

That

can't be right?" "I think it's just a small place. You know that yourself. Fifty thousand in cash, the rest are checks and IOUs , practically worthless." The cash

Donald Duck had placed on the coffee table was only half of what was in Master Zhou's safe; the other half was already in his pocket, unknown even to his apprentice. Cheng Yuan sat down to examine the checks and IOUs. They were indeed of little use to them, even though the total amount was considerable . The checks would definitely be reported lost, and rushing to collect them was too risky. The IOUs, however, would benefit those who had lost money gambling and were now in debt . But the worst off was the scoundrel surnamed Zhou, who had been thoroughly punished. Zhou , the farm owner, reacted quickly. He first called the police to file a report, then took out his ledger, identified the people who had written the checks , and notified them one by one to report the checks lost. Then he began to wonder if someone he knew had done it. "Damn it!" he slammed his teacup. Zhou's hand, which had slapped the teacup, throbbed slightly, but he finally understood— it was that scoundrel, Fake Immortal, who had maliciously framed him. To get revenge for not getting his money back from Zhou, the fake immortal conspired with someone to rob him. He first played cards , and when Zhou was short of a leg, he immediately suggested that Zhou use him as a substitute. Then, he tipped off his partner, and they robbed the den. Even worse, he also won some money from Zhou at the mahjong table. As for who the fake immortal's partner was, it was obvious—Donald Duck was definitely involved. "Damn it…" Cheng Yuan and Zhou, the den owner, cursed almost simultaneously: "That safe might be a decoy; his money is definitely hidden somewhere else." "Alright! Stop acting, fake immortal. How should we settle this score?" Old Tang turned to look at his apprentice, who seemed to be tensing up, ready to act. Just then, Du Youlan returned from the park and sensed something was off in the living room. She pretended to be washing dishes in the kitchen, observing the situation. In front of Donald Duck, Cheng Yuan was now completely helpless! "How about this ! All 50,000 yuan is yours, consider it free information, okay?" Cheng Yuan said generously. "Actually, just last night playing mahjong with that Zhou guy, I lost more than that." " Of course," Old Tang said with a forced smile. "50,000 is just the minimum travel expenses. Let me put it this way, you fake immortal , consider it helping you get revenge, shouldn't we pay more?" "Hey! Old Tang, are you fucking serious?! Have you forgotten you're on the run? Who helped ?" He was furious. "One thing at a time. If you had told me outright that you wanted to get rid of that Zhou guy, I, Old Tang, would have helped you without hesitation, and for free, as a way of repaying your favor. But it's different if you're trying to fool me. I hate being played more than anything." Old Tang was filled with hatred , thinking about how he had almost ruined his reputation trying to open that tiny safe. "So what do you want?" He glanced at the kitchen, secretly measuring the distance between himself and a cleaver. At the same time , he saw the fear in Alan's eyes. "Another two hundred thousand, and I'm out of here," Old Tang said calmly. "Two hundred thousand?" he said , walking towards the kitchen. "You're fucking asking for the moon!" "Stop!" his apprentice, Tongzai , yelled. "What do you want?" "I, I... I'll grab a kitchen knife!" he lunged towards the counter. Just then, the shock and stimulation had completely opened Zhou's mind. He wouldn't let this go unpunished, so he grabbed the phone and dialed. "Hey, brother, long time no see," he said. "What's up?" the other person replied. "Remember when the gang leader's Mercedes was stolen?" "The one about the Donald Duck wanted poster, right?" "Yes, yes." He beamed. "I know where Donald is."

"Alright! I won't notify the boss. I'll just send my brothers to catch him, then I'll report back to the boss."

"Isn't there a reward?" he asked somewhat sheepishly.

"Brother, don't get involved in that." The other man sighed, clearly impressed. "Helping the boss vent his anger, what's there to worry about

later ?" "

Yes

, yes." He was even happier. "Donald Duck is in Banqiao. One of his partners, a guy called 'Fake Immortal,' took

him in." What kind of person nicknamed

"

Fake Immortal" would take in someone and then threaten them with a knife? The poor host was truly driven to desperation by

his guest and had no choice but to strike first. Immediately, Old Tang grabbed a coat hanger, while Tongzai grabbed

a chair for self-defense. The atmosphere in the living room was tense.

"What are you doing?" Alan rushed out of the kitchen and stood between the two sides: "Don't scare me to death!"

"It's all your husband's fault, he framed us!" Old Tang shouted.

"Don't listen to his nonsense! I helped them, and they repay kindness with enmity, trying to cheat me!" Cheng Yuan yelled back.

"No! I beg you!" Alan pleaded; "It might be a misunderstanding, can we put down our

things ?"

"A misunderstanding? Your husband asked us to steal from his friend's safe, and there was only this much money inside."

Old Tang pointed to the table and continued, "Is it worth taking such a big risk for this?"

"You're thieves?" Alan asked in surprise.

"Your husband isn't any better," Old Tang replied. "He specializes in forging documents. Do you think he

's a stencil cutter? Don't be naive."

"You..." She turned to look at Cheng Yuan, her expression shifting from sunny to stormy, from shocked to stunned.

"At least he's better than you, with your three hands!" Cheng Yuan brandished the cleaver, threatening, "Today I'm going to

chop off your third hand and cook it for supper."

"You dare..." Old Tang looked at Alan, whose back was to him, and suddenly lunged forward, wrapping the clothes hanger around her neck and

dragging her backward. "Don't blame me for being ruthless; this is your woman." "

What are you doing..." Alan cried out, struggling.

Cheng Yuan didn't put down the cleaver; instead, he grinned maliciously, "Old Tang, thanks. Killing her will make my life much

easier . Do you know, Master Song said she's my enemy from three lifetimes ago,

and she'll kill me anytime, anywhere. I'm trying to hide! You can do whatever you want with her." "

Damn

it, you see? This is your husband's true colors," Old Tang said to her. "People say he's

a petty person, and today I finally see it for myself." "And what makes you so strong? Using a weak woman as leverage,"

Cheng

Yuan said disdainfully.

People strive for higher positions, water flows downhill. You see, people compete to be stronger and bigger, have you ever seen anyone compete to be the worst and most

despicable? It's just dogs fighting over each other. As they were arguing,

Tongzai

, caught off guard, threw the chair at Cheng Yuan, hitting

him. Then, Tongzai leaped forward, grabbed Cheng Yuan's wrist holding the knife, and twisted it backward, causing Cheng Yuan to drop the weapon in pain.

"Old dog Cheng, you think you can take me on?" Tongzai even imitated the tone of a chivalrous hero dealing with a treacherous official or eunuch in a TV drama,

gritting his teeth and forcefully twisting Cheng Yuan's arm again, making Cheng Yuan cry out in pain.

"Alright, everything's settled. Now we can have a proper talk," Old Tang said easily. "Master,"

Tongzai

said wickedly, "Since Old dog Cheng doesn't want this woman, then leave her to us to deal with .

" This little rascal has clearly watched too many TV dramas; he can even use the word "deal with" so readily. Does he think Bao Zheng (a legendary upright official)? " Tongzai ..." Old Cheng, bowing before Tongzai, hurriedly said, "You want her? I'll give her to you. You know how skilled that foreign woman is in bed, right? I guarantee she'll make you ecstatic, as long as... as long as you let me go..." "Good apprentice, don't do anything rash," Old Tang stopped him, saying, "If word gets out about this, people will laugh , and it'll be hard to make a living. As long as he hands over the money, we're not afraid of not having women." "I really don't have any money. Search me if you don't believe me," Cheng Yuan shouted. "Of course you don't have money at home, but you might not have it at the bank," Old Tang sneered. "Tongzai, search his wallet." Tongzai obeyed, searching his pockets for a while and pulled out a stack of banknotes and two debit cards. Old Tang had already guessed where the cash came from. "Is this the money you won last night? You even lied and said you lost a lot. Damn it, you fake fortune teller, you've been treating me like a three-year-old. " "Do you have any money in the two debit cards?" Tongzai asked. "No." He had barely finished speaking when his hand was twisted in excruciating pain, so he immediately changed his answer: "Yes." "How much?" "I don't know, but it's enough for you." "Master, what should we do?" Before Old Tang could answer, Du Youlan spoke up: "I'll go withdraw it." 9 Gao Sen, having just finished his daydream and returned to Brother Li's house, received a call from the reporter surnamed He. "Good news," he said bluntly, "Donald Duck has appeared." "Where? The new store?" Gao Sen asked hastily. "No," he said mysteriously, seemingly lighting a cigarette on the other end of the phone, before slowly saying, "Is n't it a coincidence? That old guy is hiding near your place, Banqiao." "Tell me the address quickly, I'm calling the police." "Brother, how old are you?" the other person asked, puzzled. He was confused, but good-natured, and honestly answered, "Thirty." "Look at you, at this age you're still so impatient. Let me finish what I have to say, okay?" " Yes , yes," he said with a wry smile, shaking his head. After finishing his business, the seasoned reporter, Mr. He, really wanted to invite him on a trip south to rediscover some of his lost naiveté. "Here's what happened," he said. "Of the several leads I'd released, one of them came to fruition today. It said Old Tang was being held captive by a partner nicknamed 'Fake Immortal.' This 'Fake Immortal' is a master forger; one forges documents , the other steals cars—it's a perfect match, so this lead is highly likely to be true." " And Tongzai?" he interrupted, asking.

"You're here again, brother." The other person sighed

. "Didn't I tell you last time that Tongzai

is most likely his disciple or grand-disciple? Why would we be afraid of killing Donald Duck after finding him? I—where was I? Oh, right, the other person

specifically mentioned when they gave me this lead that their gang planned to take action first to arrest Old Tang and curry favor with the gang leader.

So they gave me three conditions: 1. No reporting to the police. 2. No publication in the newspapers for three days. 3. No mention of

the gang's name in the newspapers. So, you're saying calling the police would be killing me?"

"Brother, I'm sorry." He sincerely apologized. "So, what should I do next? Please advise."

The reporter surnamed He pondered for a moment before replying, "Here's what we'll do! There will be an operation tonight. Wait for my call at home,

and we set off together."

10

Alan's suggestion to withdraw the money sparked another argument. Now, all four were sitting on the sofa, Cheng

Yuan and Alan inside, and Donald Duck and Tongzai outside. Tongzai still held the kitchen knife, so the situation was still under

the control of the master and apprentice.

"How can we trust you?" Old Tang asked, smoking a cigarette. "What if you abscond with the money, or even call the police

? Wouldn't we be in deep trouble?"

"I can't trust you either!" Cheng Yuan kept rotating his right arm to ease the lingering pain. "If

you ask for more, won't I be the one who suffers?" "Asking

for

200,000 is keeping your word; asking for more is your own fault," Old Tang said, his voice louder and more forceful. "Think about

the money in this savings account—isn't that the hard-earned money from years of risking my apprentices and me? You've just swallowed it all up.

What's so special about forging documents? You're just a fucking rip-off."

"Is that so! Is that so!" Tongzai echoed, brandishing a cleaver.

"You need to be honest with yourself, Lao Tang. I didn't hold a knife to your throat to do business," Cheng Yuan said, staring at

the knife in Tongzai's hand. "I can't take it anymore. I need to get some aphrodisiacs."

"I'm starving too," Tongzai said, glancing at his watch. "Master, it's almost two o'clock . I haven't eaten breakfast or lunch

!"

"Stop arguing," Lao Tang ordered. "Take care of the withdrawal first. Don't use the debit card. Hand over the passbook

by 3:30."

"I'll go get it. I know where the passbook and seal are," Alan said.

"You shameless woman..." Cheng Yuan shouted, "I shouldn't have listened to Songmu! Giving you that talisman water was practically

poison would have killed your soul for three lifetimes!"

"So all this kindness you've shown me lately has been for a reason," Du Youlan sneered, turning to Old Tang.

"You think I'd be attached to a man like that? I wish he were dead. Let me go withdraw the money, and I'll take it all." "

No, no," Old Tang hesitated for a moment, then said, "I still don't trust you. How about this, I'll go

with ."

"What about me, Master?" Tongzai asked.

"Nonsense, of course you'll keep an eye on the fake immortal. I'll bring you some food."

"I want peace..." the fake immortal began to shout.

"Go," Old Tang instructed Tongzai, "Take him to the bedroom and let him have his fill. It'd be best if he died; anyway,

we won't be working with him anymore."

11

Du Youlan, carrying Cheng Yuan's ID card, seal, and bankbooks, was dragged out by Old Tang. The two bankbooks each

held 180,000 and 60,000 yuan respectively; after withdrawing 200,000, there wasn't much left.

Old Tang was very cautious, making her ride the motorcycle while he held her waist from the back seat to prevent her from doing anything reckless. Upon reaching

the bank entrance, he saw police officers guarding it. He lowered his voice and said to her, "Listen carefully, I have no intention of harming you,

and I hope you won't harm me either. Go and withdraw your money quickly, and I'll set you free. You'll never have to follow that scum again."

He let Alan into the bank, while he waited outside. Time ticked by, his heart

growing increasingly anxious. Seeing the police officers appearing at the entrance every now and then, he felt an urge to run away. What felt like

an eternity finally arrived when Alan emerged from the bank carrying a paper bag. Only then did his heart, which had been pounding in his throat,

finally settle down.

"Good girl," Old Tang praised. "Come on, let's go to the second bank and withdraw all the money

. I'll give

you the remaining 40,000." "I don't want it," she said resolutely. "I want to leave. Didn't you just say you'd let me go?"

Old Tang didn't reply , but let her ride her bike, holding her from behind. After successfully withdrawing the money from the second bank , Old Tang's hands, which were wrapped around her waist, moved upwards, pressing against her breasts. She didn't resist, just focused on riding her bike. "Girl, come with me, okay?" Old Tang said beside her. "I'm a man of honor and loyalty, unlike that son of a bitch Cheng Yuan who only knows how to bully you. Actually, I've fallen in love with you a long time ago. If you agree, we won't even go home. We'll just run away together, change our names, and go back to your hometown to live a peaceful life. How about it?" See? How cunning this shameless old man is! First, when his apprentice tried to take advantage of Alan, he scolded him with the code of chivalry. Then, when Alan wanted to help them withdraw money, he used the excuse of fearing she would run away to force her to come out . So he had a whole bunch of ulterior motives he wanted to confide in her! And I'm not trying to be mean, but in the underworld, this kind of person is called a "spoiled brat." Old Tang, who spouts chivalry and ethics, has revealed his true colors at this crucial moment. When she arrived at the park near her home, she suddenly braked. Old Tang immediately withdrew his misplaced hands and asked happily, "Have you decided? Good girl, don't go back." "No, let me think about it," she said, getting off the motorcycle. "Okay, okay," he patted her shoulder lightly, "Whatever you want." Du Youlan went to her usual chair and lit a cigarette; there were still cigarette butts she had left . However, several were from different cigarette holders. Gao Sen was also a smoker; could he have left them? Alan chuckled to herself. How could that be? He was over four hundred kilometers away. "You agreed? I saw you smile," Old Tang asked from the side. She didn't answer. Why was she thinking about Gao Sen again? After returning to Taipei from Pingtung, facing the enthusiastic Cheng Yuan , her hope was rekindled. She then gradually pushed Gao Sen from the shallowest recesses of her memory to the deepest parts. If the memory were divided into layers of cabinets, then she personally moved him from the easily accessible cabinet to the very bottom.

It was in the bottom drawer. This was a practical problem, not her fault, but she still felt deeply guilty.

When she thought she would finally find a perfect home, she could only look at the present; the bottom drawer

wouldn't be buried forever, but she rarely had the urge to touch it again.

Now, her image of her man was completely shattered, not only returning to its former wretchedness, but even more

terrifying , leaving her bewildered. There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart, and she fully understood this now; with a dead heart, what else was there to say

? So she didn't care about anything anymore; going back or not, with Old Tang or not, life or death, what

difference did it make?

The only thing worth cherishing was perhaps that bottom drawer! Naturally, she

moved it back to an easily accessible spot and wiped away the dust, hoping it would remain forever. Besides that,

she had no other desires; if she had any, it was to get drunk.

"I want a drink," she suddenly said. "No, I want to drink lots and lots of it, until I'm drunk to death."

"And then?" Donald Duck asked excitedly.

"Whatever you want."

"Okay," he grinned, his eyes practically disappearing, "Where to drink?"

"Home. After we're done, we'll pack our things and hit the road."

12

They bought a ton of food and drinks, and were dumbfounded when they pushed open the door. The whole situation had changed drastically. From a historian's

perspective, judging dynastic changes, it was far too fast! It could only be described as a microcosm of history. Tongzai

was tied to a chair like a pig, a towel stuffed in his mouth, making muffled noises. Meanwhile, the "

Old Dog was holding a kitchen knife, raised towards Old Tang's head.

"What, what's going on?" Old Tang was terrified, all his earlier wicked thoughts of running away with Alan vanished

.

"Master Tang, don't be afraid, let me explain properly." Cheng Yuan revealed his treacherous side:

"You're not the only one who knows about your apprentice's problem. I told him there's a bottle of fine whiskey in the liquor cabinet,

which I specially brought back from my trip abroad. He was immediately captivated by it. I even advised him to drink less

on an empty stomach ! But he wouldn't listen, and once the alcohol hit his stomach, he couldn't distinguish friend from foe! I was really worried that you'd come back too early and

give him away. Luckily, you cooperated, and I only tied him up after he was quite drunk. But he started yelling and screaming

, so I had to gag him."

"Such a greedy drinker and big mouth, who knows how many things he's messed up?" Old Tang then turned to Youlan and said, "See!

If you had listened to me and not come back, none of this would have happened."

"What do you mean?" Cheng Yuan asked.

"Hmph, you still have the nerve to ask?" Alan said expressionlessly, "Your woman was bullied by someone else, and you

think it's cool to be cuckolded?" "No wonder you haven't come back for so long. What did he do to you?" Cheng

Yuan grabbed Lao Tang's arm, holding a knife

to his neck. "After we got the money, he sat behind me, grabbed my breasts with both hands, and wanted me to run away with him. I knew you'd have a way, so I stalled for time. We sat in the park for a long time, and I even bought food and drinks, planning to come back and get them drunk if you couldn't get rid of Tongzai." Alan said, still expressionless. "You've got guts. Where's the money?" Cheng Yuan asked. "With Lao Tang," she replied. He quickly ransacked Old Tang, taking the money—exactly two hundred thousand—and said to Alan, "That foreign woman is good, she's honest." "He wanted me to ask for more, saying he'd give it to me to run away with, but I refused." "You shameless woman, lying all this time!" Old Tang cursed her now. "Pah! She's my good woman," Cheng Yuan said gleefully. "I've been thoroughly , I'll slowly torture you all later." "Where's Old Tang? Aren't we tying him up? What if he runs away?" she asked. "Of course," Cheng Yuan said, turning to Donald Duck. "Sit down on the chair and let me show you what it's like to be tied up ." Under the threat of his cleaver, Old Tang sat down, even helping to pull the ropes, a picture of utter submission. " Fake Immortal, please, let my disciple breathe a sigh of relief, take the towel out of his mouth, okay?" Old Tang pleaded as he was being tied up. "No," Du Youlan said sternly. "Take your time and suffer." She sat on the sofa, opened the dishes one by one, then opened a bottle of wine and started chugging it without even using a glass . "Hey, hey, don't get drunk." Cheng Yuan sat down next to her. "We can't let our guard down with these two. If they we'll be in big trouble. They're both scoundrels! They're really good at playing tricks on people." "We're all scoundrels, who's afraid of who?" Alan said, taking another swig of wine. Cheng Yuan didn't care about anything else and started eating and drinking too. Judging from his greedy look, he was really hungry. "Hey, Alan," he took another sip of his drink, "Everything I said when they were in power was a lie , just to fool them into thinking we were fighting amongst ourselves. Actually, I was just looking for an opportunity, do you understand?" "Of course I know," she said, drinking frequently, seemingly unconcerned. "I won't let them get back at you , husband." "Good to know," Cheng Yuan smiled happily. "After this is over, I'll go back ." As he finished speaking, he couldn't resist spitting out a curse at that old blind man, Songmu Shi. The two drank happily, unaware that dusk was falling . 13 Not only the two of them, but even Gao Sen was unaware that dusk was approaching. This day was strange; he had just had that daydream that morning, seeing his first encounter with Alan —that is, their first encounter in the barbershop—but that afternoon, he dreamed of his first encounter with Yan Ruyu. That day, he was invited to drink in Wutai Village. The host's house was just below Ruyu's, across a slope. Halfway through his drinks, a girl walked in; in that setting, this was extremely commonplace and would go unnoticed, but the host's daughter went forward, grabbed her, and led her to her seat. Gao Sen stared at her sitting opposite him, and suddenly sobered up a third of the time; he didn't know whose girl this was.

He was struck by her radiant beauty. Introduced by others, he grasped her essence, grabbed his glass, and toasted her. She shyly

raised her glass slightly, a gesture of reserve that only fueled his desire to pursue her.

"Uru Valley, Yan Ruyu is your little sister's classmate!" someone reminded him. "She's practically your sister; you

can't pursue her."

"Brother Gao, I've long admired your name," Yan Ruyu said.

"Why can't I? It'd be a double blessing!" he retorted.

"You're joking," Ruyu laughed, her smile blooming like a flower.

He became excited, and, emboldened by the alcohol, got up and pulled her to dance; this dance took them from indoors to outdoors.

"Brother, the people inside are watching!" Ruyu nestled in his arms, reminding him.

"What are you afraid of?" he said, half-drunk. "You're not married, I'm not married, can't we go all out?"

Because of this one sentence, Ruyu fell silent, following him as he skipped and led her to the school.

"This is my alma mater, is it yours too?" he asked, holding her hand.

"Of course, didn't they say I was your little sister's classmate?" she laughed.

"Ah! Yes!" He then led her to the flagpole: "I raised the flag here before!"

"Then I must have seen it." She recalled a bald-headed elementary school student standing there raising the

flag .

A bright moon shone down from the flagpole, illuminating them both. Under this moonlight, he

embraced her and kissed her.

After a while, she stuck out her tongue and said, "What does this mean?"

He considered for a moment before saying, "I want you."

Then, his actions became more intense, starting with her cheeks and moving down her body in a frenzy of kisses. When he reached her breasts, she

covered them; but he ignored her and moved her hands away, continuing to kiss her nipples.

"Big brother, no...no...we..." she cried out.

He ignored her, not only sucking hard on her nipples, but also reaching for her genitals with one hand. As he slipped his hand into her panties

, her body trembled, as if she wanted to stop him, but instead she tore at his hair.

"Ah...brother, you're so bad, you...what are you doing?" she cried out, raising her hips high,

clearly not speaking her mind, her body involuntarily responding to his actions.

Having already tasted the forbidden fruit with Alan, he fully understood a woman's inner desires. Two fingers probing and teasing her

vulva, instantly filling it with moisture that trickled silently down her vagina.

After sucking on both nipples, he turned to kiss her neck. Soon, she could

n't resist lifting his head, her mouth clamping onto his like a suction cup, refusing to let go. Her tongue and his

tongue entwined like a dragon. Not only that, her hands also reached into his chest, pinching his nipples, twisting and turning

them, causing him to wince in pain.

He suddenly turned her body around, pulling her into his arms, then, inhaling the scent of her hair, he undressed

her . Once naked, he played with her labia, listening to the flags flapping in the wind above, and in the darkness,

he felt as if he were making love with Du Youlan. She shifted her lower body uneasily, her hands reaching back to undo his belt.

Once loose, she abruptly slipped it into his underwear, grabbing his engorged penis and gripping it tightly, moving it up and down.

He was intensely aroused; without thinking, he lifted her body and placed her on his penis, aiming precisely

. Her small opening landed perfectly on his penis, swallowing it completely, almost to the hilt.

They both moaned and groaned simultaneously, rubbing and writhing against each other, the sounds of

their genitals .

He wrapped his arms around her body, each hand grasping one breast, sometimes gently kneading, sometimes rubbing, sometimes

pinching the nipples. This intimate contact brought her immense pleasure; she tilted her head back, her arms wrapped around his neck, continuing to kiss his

lips.

This position was quite strenuous for her, so she slipped off him, lying on her back, awaiting his

arrival . He flipped her over and mounted her, his enormous "king" quickly returning to the "palace," thrusting deeply and repeatedly

, both forgetting the pain in their excitement.

Her back and his knees rubbed against the cold, hard cement platform; normally, this would have been unbearable,

but now he felt nothing. Only when they were exhausted did the pain gradually become apparent.

He stopped, flipping her over so she was on top. In the moonlight, he quietly admired her full

upper body, caressing her tenderly. They gazed at each other, slightly panting, awaiting the next round

of attack.

She began to move, her hips slightly twisting, her labia clamping onto his penis, then sliding down to take

it in; then, she closed her eyes, violently shaking her body, faster and faster, hissing as she breathed.

"Ah..." He almost cried out "Alan," then quickly corrected himself, "Ah, I can't take it... harder,

faster." He raised his head and bit down on her breast, his hands gripping her buttocks tightly. At the final moment, he thrust

upwards with all his might, then stopped moving. The flags snapped, the moonlight was gentle, and everything seemed eternal. Eternity is an illusion, including the ringing of the telephone. "Hey, bro." It was Reporter He's voice: "I'm downstairs at your place, time to go." 14 I promised to take you to spy on Gao Sen and Yan Ruyu's first time making love, and I just fulfilled my promise ; they were making love on the elementary school's flagpole platform, and we were just doing a nighttime school trip, accidentally witnessing a good show by elementary school students. Did you feel your face flush and your heart race? You even asked me afterward, "What were they doing? So kind!" I'm sure spying is a morbid thing, but I spy to write novels, and you spy to read novels, so we're both healthy. But, wasn't Alan's behavior that night morbid? After finishing her last glass of wine, she suddenly smashed it, picked up a shard, walked over to Tongzai , pulled the gag out of his mouth, and said, "You, you didn't...want to find me? Now...I'll... play with you properly." "Don't do anything rash, you old hag!" Tongzai shouted nervously. "Okay, okay, play hard!" Cheng Yuan, who was also quite drunk, clapped his hands happily.

Several kilometers away, Gao Sen and the reporter surnamed He shook hands. The other man was a large, burly figure with a thick

beard, looking like a gangster boss.

"Get in the car quickly, or you'll miss a good show," reporter He urged him.

"Where are the brothers?" he asked, getting into his car.

"They've already set off!" reporter He stepped on the gas and sped off.

Du Youlan was truly enraged this time. She ripped off Tongzai's shirt, then suddenly gently stroked his

chest, saying, "So...strong...it must be so great when we make love..."

"Sister-in-law!" Tongzai, who had been tied up while drunk, was now fully awake, terrified. "Forgive me,

I won't do it again."

"

Don't be afraid, be good." Before she finished speaking, shards of glass suddenly slashed across his chest,

passing just above his nipples.

Tongzai screamed, and blood immediately seeped out. He desperately tried to break free, but the marble chair

was too heavy, and he could only move it slightly. "

Fake

Immortal, stop this crazy woman! If she causes a death, we're finished!" Old Tang only now realized

the seriousness of the situation. "Your turn is coming soon, don't rush,"

Cheng

Yuan said with a grin. "Take a rope and put it around his head... his head... if he dares... dares to move, strangle him to death,"

Alan instructed Cheng Yuan. Cheng Yuan immediately made two nooses, adding this "tightening spell" to the two of them, master and apprentice. He sat in the middle , holding one end of each noose. When Alan made another cut down Tongzai's back, he tried to struggle again. Cheng Yuan pulled the rope , and Tongzai was immediately paralyzed, his eyes bulging as he stared at the ceiling, groaning and moaning. "Please, Brother Cheng..." Old Tang on the other side cried, tears streaming down his face. Alan, as if possessed, slashed wildly at Tongzai's waist and chest, yelling, "Kill you... you dog... kill you, kill you!" Tongzai seemed numb, motionless, but urine seeped from between his legs. Reporter He immediately hid in a corner of the park to urinate as soon as he got out of the car. Gao Sen, waiting nearby, felt the park looked very familiar. "I'm dying to hold it in," Reporter He said as he came out. "Let's go meet them." The two of them arrived at the foot of the building, looked around for a while, and then Reporter He led him to a car . The window rolled down, and the car was full of people. "How do we get in? Which floor?" Old He asked the driver repeatedly. "Eighth floor," he replied. "We'll pretend to be postmen delivering registered mail, and once we trick them into opening the door, we'll barge in and arrest them. Remember, you follow behind, no photos allowed, and stick to those three principles." "Brother, no problem," Old He patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go upstairs!" The drama on the eighth floor wasn't over yet. Alan moved on to another target, walking up to Old Tang. Old Tang flailed in fear, pleading, "Brother Cheng, save me, save me..." "Alan, kill him, hahaha..." Cheng Yuan protested her shouts. Suddenly, Du Youlan bent down, raised the kitchen knife from the teacup, and slashed at Cheng Yuan's head. "Ah..." Cheng Yuan screamed. He turned to look at Alan holding the knife, his face filled with terror. Alan was also stunned. Looking at the cleaver, he saw no blood . In a blurry moment, he suddenly realized he'd been holding the cleaver upside down; it was the back of the blade that had struck his head. Cheng Yuan also realized this, reaching back to touch the back of his head, where blood seeped out. He knew the back of the blade had struck the old wound from his previous fall. He immediately leaped up and rushed towards the bedroom, but Alan was quick, blocking his path with a knife. "Alan, I beg you…" Cheng Yuan pleaded, tears streaming down his face. "I'm a piece of trash. It was all my fault . I hit you, I cursed you, I didn't treat you like a human being, and I even listened to that old blind man's lies, plotting against you… It's all my fault. The Buddhists say, 'Put down the butcher's knife, and you'll become a Buddha.' Please put down the knife, okay?" "Kill you, you dog! Kill you! Kill you…" Alan kept brandishing the knife and shouting. "Alan, the so-called 'one night of intimacy brings a hundred days of grace'..." Just then, the doorbell rang. Cheng Yuan suddenly realized that there was no need to hide in the bedroom ; wouldn't it be safer to rush out the front door behind him? Without further ado, he turned and rushed to the door, quickly unlocking it and shouting for help . However, when he peered out, he saw a group of strangers standing outside. Gao Sen followed the group into the Cheng family home and saw two people, an old man and a young man, bound together. The older one was alright, only repeatedly crying out, "Help me..." The younger one was in a terrible state, covered in blood, his face ashen, staring blankly at the ceiling, oblivious to the commotion. "Donald Duck? Is that you?" the leader asked the older man. "Yes, yes!" Old Tang exclaimed happily, "Are you guys cops? I want to turn myself in, take me away from this hellhole!" "Yes, of course we are." One of the guys made a face at the group, then smiled at Old Tang and said, " We 'll take you to a safe place." "I'd accept jail time," Old Tang replied. "What happened to this guy? Did you chop him?" the guy asked Cheng Yuan, pointing at Tongzai. "It wasn't me, no, I didn't commit a crime," Cheng Yuan hurriedly protested. "It was my woman who did it." "She ran into the bedroom," Old Tang added. "The cleaver is still in her hand." "It's dangerous," his brother told his men. "Quickly break down the door. It'll be bad if this gets out of hand." Gao Sen walked up to the blood-soaked youth and noticed a naked woman tattoo on his arm, which had never bled before. He asked, "Are you Tongzai ?" The youth didn't answer, still staring blankly at the ceiling. "He's Tongzai, he's scared out of his wits, officer! Get him to the hospital!" Old Tang interjected. Amidst the banging on the door, Reporter He asked Gao Sen, "Is it him?" Gao Sen nodded. "As soon as they leave, call the police, and you'll close this case." "Alan..." Cheng Yuan called out loudly, "Open the door quickly!"

"Alan?" Gao Sen was suspicious. Just as he was about to ask Cheng Yuan some questions, the door was kicked open, and everyone rushed in, but

there was no one there.

The French windows leading to the small balcony were open. Gao Sen went out and peered down; a group of people were gathered below, and

in the middle was a pile of things that looked like a human figure, like a long-haired woman, like his childhood sweetheart, Du Youlan.

"Alan..." His heart pounded.

"Get out of here! Someone's been killed! The cops will be here soon!" His brother ordered the others, "Get Donald Duck out of here!"

"Alan... Alan... Alan..."

Was it Gao Sen calling her name, or was it the misty mountain of their hometown that protected its people day and night? October 24th,
Extra Chapter: Caring for My Mother (Preface)

My father, who had been my only family, finally left me. Looking at him, who had raised me for fifteen years, lying quietly on his sickbed, I held back my tears. He had told me to be independent, but on his deathbed, he handed me a will. When I gently smoothed out the crumpled paper, it stated that only 10,000 yuan was left to me in the bank account, along with a phone number—the number of my mother who had left my father years ago. Should I go live with her? I fell into deep thought. According to my father's vague memories, she seemed to have settled in a big city, sending him only 1,000 yuan a year at the beginning of the year for living expenses.

I picked up my phone, installed the number on the will, and dialed. The call was immediately disconnected. I was disappointed. Was my mother really so heartless? Five minutes later, a text message appeared on my phone: "What's the matter that you have to call?" I hesitated for a moment, then immediately replied. While I was typing, another text message arrived: "I already transferred the money at the beginning of the year, don't bother me anymore!"

I stopped typing and pressed the call button. The app on my phone told me my mother's city, Shanghai. Seeing the city's name, I hung up again and left the house.

What followed was the cremation, dropping out of school, renting out the small apartment for 500 yuan a month, and then, like a migrant worker, packing my bags, taking my bankbook, going to the train station, and buying a 500 yuan ticket to Shanghai.

Emerging from the crowded platform, I was met with a dense throng of people. I had no idea whether to go left or right. I pulled out my phone and dialed my mother's number again. This time, she didn't hang up; the call rang for a long time, but no one answered. So I sat foolishly at the platform entrance, waiting from day to night. I dialed again, but the response was always the same: "The number you dialed is not in service. The number you dialed is not in service..."

Following my hometown custom, I went to an internet cafe and slept there overnight. The next morning, I dialed my mother's number again, only to be told: "The number you dialed is out of service..." For several days, I was almost in despair. I spent my days frantically playing games at the internet cafe because my classmates were in class, and at night I desperately cried to them on QQ. They all advised me to go back home, or stay at their homes, but I knew very well that I couldn't stay there forever.

I called my mother countless times every day, knowing the answer would always be: "The number you dialed is out of service..." Until one day, I stopped calling. I opened a webpage and desperately typed in my mother's phone number. Suddenly, my eyes lit up—the number was listed! It was a number left by a minor celebrity or model for easy contact. My mother's real name was someone else—Xiao Li.

I was shocked. Years ago, my mother couldn't stand the rustic atmosphere of our small city and left my father a year after I was born. In a fit of anger, he burned all her belongings and hadn't mentioned her to me for 15 years. The only proof of her existence was a lonely, unreachable phone number!

Since she was a minor celebrity, she must have a Weibo account. I hadn't learned anything in school, but I had learned to use the internet. I opened my mother's Weibo account, and a series of stunning photos appeared before me. A wave of happiness filled my heart. Today, she was filming a play at the ** Theater. She posted the Weibo message at 12:15, just one minute ago! No, I have to find her, to see her!

I waited for her for almost two hours outside the ** Theater. Time flew by. When my mother suddenly appeared before me, I was surprised to see how young and beautiful she was. An overwhelming sense of happiness washed over me. I wanted to surprise her, so I pulled out my phone from my clothes and dialed her number. Surprisingly, the call went through. My mother paused about five meters away from me, took out a worn-out, vibrating phone from her Burberry bag, her face darkened, and she muttered, "Calling to urge me to pay before the due date is up. I should have known better than to top up the money." Then she hung up the phone...

Only five meters away, I watched her hang up the phone. My heart sank to the lowest point, and tears welled up in my eyes. I hadn't even cried when my father passed away, but at this moment, tears involuntarily streamed down my face. She seemed to sense my presence, turned her head and looked at me, paused for a moment, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and then she hailed a taxi.

In the days that followed, I tracked down her address through Weibo and discovered that she was actually a mistress kept by a wealthy man, living in a notorious neighborhood for mistresses, and raising his illegitimate child, three years younger than me named Bobo. So I rented a small room in the building opposite hers, directly opposite hers, and then worked odd jobs at the convenience store downstairs from my mother's building. Although my mother didn't know, I knew in my heart that I was with her. Sometimes when she came to buy something, she would smile at me. So every night after get off work, I would stand at the window of my small room and gaze at her window across the street, but the distance was too far, and I could only vaguely see a figure. So I gritted my teeth and bought a high-powered telescope, but whenever my mother was changing clothes... I hurriedly drew the curtains, and even so, I could see my mother almost every day through binoculars, though there was an almost imperceptible air between us. I worked like this for almost a year, until that day…

Taking care of my mother, Chapter 1.

That day, although it was my sixteenth birthday, it was just an ordinary Thursday. My mother's son, Bobo, suddenly pushed open the door of the convenience store. He wasn't tall and was in the first year of junior high school. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, and seeing that no one was around, he excitedly told me that he was going to do something big that night. He asked if I knew anything about computers, because the convenience store had a second-hand laptop used for surveillance. I usually used it to watch online videos when no one was around. I thought to myself, I know this best. I deliberately asked him what he was going to do. Bobo lowered his voice mysteriously and said, "Brother Xiaofeng, I bought a Wi-Fi camera today, and it's already installed, but I don't know how to connect it to my computer…"

I was secretly shocked. What was a first-year junior high school kid up to? Suppressing my surprise, I feigned composure and said, "Brother will help you get it sorted out!" Actually, my heart was pounding, as it was my first time visiting my mother's house.

Bo Bo jumped up excitedly, grabbed my hand, and whispered, "Brother, this is a secret between us, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone, or my mom will kill me..." His face flushed red as he finished speaking, and looking at his slightly embarrassed expression, my suspicions deepened.

I followed Bo Bo out the door, hung a "closed" sign on the convenience store door behind me, and took the elevator with him to my mother's house on the 16th floor.

Actually, I already knew the layout of my mother's house using binoculars. It was a small two-bedroom, one-living-room house. My mother's bedroom faced south, directly opposite my north-facing room. Bobo lived in the small north room, which I couldn't see. I followed Bobo inside, and when I looked up, I saw a calendar on the shoe cabinet by the door. Today's date was circled in big red. I paused for a moment, but Bobo ignored me completely, dragging me straight into his room. He handed me a CD and then begged me to sit in front of the computer so he could install a program for me. I turned on the computer, paused like a boss, and looked up at him, as if to say, "Aren't you going to get me some water?"

Bobo was clever and said loudly, "I have freshly ground coffee. I'll make you a cup!" He then got up and left me to go to the living room to prepare my coffee.

I watched him leave, put the CD in, and start installing the program. There wasn't much to do in the convenience store, so I studied the computer. As I installed, I habitually switched to the desktop and casually opened his C drive. My intuition told me that a man's computer must have porn, so I started searching for AVI format. Sure enough, I found a hidden directory. Opening it, I was shocked to find articles about incest between mothers and sons, and the related videos were very similar. My heart skipped a beat. What kind of program was he installing?

Just then, Bobo excitedly placed a coffee in front of me and loudly said, "Xiaofeng, please use it!"

I wondered what this brat was up to. So I turned to him and pretended to be serious, saying, "Bobo, there's a big problem with this directory, ah..." Then I turned the screen to show him the incestuous directory.

Bo Bo was startled, his face turning bright red instantly. He became awkward and hesitated for a moment before suddenly snapping, "You stinking country bumpkin! My business is none of your concern!"

I was stunned, feeling as if a heavy hammer had struck my heart. Was my mother's departure from my father also because of the word "country bumpkin"? My father often sighed when he mentioned my mother, saying she left him because he was a country bumpkin. And today, her child was mocking me in the same way. Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth, glared at him fiercely, and prepared to get up and leave this hateful place!

But Bo Bo changed his expression quickly. Seeing my fierce look, he immediately softened and said gently, "Big brother, it was my fault for finding out. Please help me install it. Look, this coffee has lots of sugar in it, it smells so good..."

He changed so quickly. Are city people really this fickle? My heart skipped a beat. I figured I should figure out what this kid was up to, so I forced a smile, pointed to the screen, and said, "It's installed!"

Hearing this, Bo Bo jumped up excitedly. He pushed me off the chair, sat down, and double-clicked the program. To his dismay, it was just another bunch of Wi-Fi settings. He could only sheepishly get up from the chair and mutter, "Help me set it up, this will let me see the screen..."

I pretended to sigh, sat back down, and started setting it up. Actually, the software was just a Wi-Fi setup, but the interface was in English, filled with complicated parameters and viewing passwords. After I finished, when I opened the program again, a large wardrobe and a bed suddenly appeared on the screen. A quick glance told me it was my mother's bedroom, because I'd scanned it with binoculars during the day when she wasn't home and the windows were open. What was this kid up to? "He's not trying to spy on my mother, is he..."

Bo Bo's face lit up with excitement when he saw the footage, but then his expression darkened, and he suddenly said to me, "You'd better leave quickly, my mom will be back soon!"

Hey, you little brat, your mood changes faster than flipping through a book. I suppressed my annoyance, didn't even drink my coffee, and got up to leave his room. He was already too lazy to pay attention to me, excitedly using the remote control on the interface to adjust the camera angle. Just as I was about to leave, he coldly shouted at me, "If you dare say those things to my mom, you'll see!"

I ignored him, turned around, closed the door, took the elevator back to the convenience store, sat down in front of the monitoring computer, and immediately downloaded an identical driver program from the internet. Actually, since it's Wi-Fi, I can see it too. I quickly opened the window, sat down in front of the computer, and watched... Seeing the camera zoom in and out, zooming in and out, while I was testing it, my boss, Zhang Cong, pushed open the door. Seeing me playing on the computer, he yelled at me menacingly, "You lazybones! Why was it closed when I came in?!"

I shuddered. He lived downstairs from my mother, and only ran this small shop because of his wife. He was usually too lazy to look after it; when his wife wasn't home, he'd go out to play cards. Actually, I was the one running the shop, which often caused arguments with his wife. Their son, Mingming, was Bobo's playmate, a year older than Bobo. Both were mischievous little devils; last time, he mysteriously stole a few condoms from me, and I had to check the security camera footage to find out who it was, which led to my boss giving me a severe scolding. After

saying this, Zhang Cong turned and left angrily. A little while later, a customer arrived, and while I was handling the business, I kept wondering what that little devil was up to that night.

It was almost 11 PM, and just as I was about to close the door, my mother's patron suddenly pushed it open. He was a bearded man, always dressed in Zegna clothing. Sometimes, when I stared into my mother's room at night, I often saw him roughly push open the door, grab her, and kiss her passionately. My mother would blush and let him touch her while she quickly went to the window and drew the curtains. Today, just like his son, he asked me in a low voice, "Young man, do you have any medicine here?"

I asked him in surprise, "What kind of medicine are you talking about?"

"Nonsense, of course, it's aphrodisiacs!" he sighed. Just as I was about to reply, he continued, seemingly unsatisfied, "Young man, you don't understand. Women only reach their prime around 40, it's endless. I came straight from the company today without any medicine. Do you have any?"

I calmed myself down and remembered that after the boss's son stole the condoms last time, he noticed I hadn't reported him to Zhang Cong and treated me like a brother. He even asked me to buy some aphrodisiacs, saying he was too young and sometimes worried about not being able to perform. I almost punched him then, but he said he'd pay whatever it cost. So, thinking that the boss was so stingy, I could make money off his son, I took 400 yuan from him and bought some aphrodisiacs for 50 yuan at a pharmacy on the street. However, he hadn't come to pick them up yet. Well, I figured I'd sell to this uncle today. I calmly took the medicine from the back and said to him, "I do have some, but only a few!"

"Okay, I'll take them all. Here's 200 yuan, keep the change!" With that, he grabbed the medicine, pushed open the door, and left.

I was about to haggle with him when I thought, "Damn it, this whole family is no good." I cursed as I slammed the door shut, took my laptop home, and left. Zhang Cong made me bring my laptop home every day because he was worried about the shop being robbed, so I could use it to watch videos online. When I

got home, it was freezing cold. I cooked a packet of instant noodles. It was my birthday, and I had taken an extra egg from the shop to cook with it. As I sat in front of the binoculars with my steaming noodles, I saw my mother's house brightly lit through the small lens. The bearded man was embracing that annoying Bobo, while my mother was muttering something. It was so late; I guessed he was telling him to go to bed early. Bobo suddenly struggled and jumped off his father, then jumped into my mother's arms, rubbing his little head against her breasts. My mother let him rub against her, and the bearded man laughed heartily, saying something. The clock was almost pointing to midnight. My birthday was almost over. Looking at that happy family, I really wanted to be a part of them. I wanted my mother to hold me tightly too.

I slowly moved away from the telescope, tears welling up again. That day, I missed my father too. I turned on my computer and went online. When I turned back to look at that happy living room, I found the lights were off, while my mother's bedroom light was on, but the curtains were drawn.

The clock struck twelve. I silently made a wish: I hope God will give me a chance to be with my mother!

As the clock struck its final chime, I suddenly noticed that my laptop's Wi-Fi was on. There was no Wi-Fi in this building, but I'd turned it on earlier that day at the convenience store to test the webcam in my mother's room. Thinking of this, I eagerly turned on the camera, and a scene that made my eyes water appeared before me: my mother was kneeling on the floor, sucking on a large penis with all her might, her cheeks twitching with each suck. I turned up the volume, and I heard low music coming from inside, but the louder sound was my mother sucking on the penis. I opened my eyes wide, trying to get a better look at my mother. Suddenly, the camera zoomed in, focusing on the penis. There, a limp penis dangled in my mother's mouth, her hands cradling the testicles, her rosy lips trying to rouse it. But that penis just wouldn't cooperate, refusing to get hard no matter what. A male voice came over: "I'm so tired today, I'll give you a rest!"

The mother continued to suck relentlessly, using her nimble tongue to gently lick the area around the glans, left and right, a sight that would make anyone's blood boil. This was something you only see in porn, and it was happening right before my eyes—no, as the camera zoomed in and out, it was happening right before her own son, Bobo's, eyes. I could almost imagine Bobo's little hands massaging his crotch. Slowly, I realized that Bobo wasn't attracted to his mother's mouth, but rather to her vibrant breasts. The camera kept zooming in and out on other parts of her body, but then he stopped at her chest. His mother's breasts weren't too big or too small; a bearded man could probably grasp them in one hand, but the nipples were still bright red, not having turned a deep purple with age. The bearded man was already obsessed with those breasts. Lacking any sexual interest, he walked to the bedside, sat back, and enjoyed his mother's continuous oral sex. Because the camera was fixed, only his mother's white back was visible, but upon closer inspection, a small tattoo was visible on her lower right spine. As the camera panned, one could sense Bo Bo's anxious state of mind; he couldn't see where he was being fed and was extremely impatient. Suddenly, both the bearded man and his mother paused, as if they had heard something. His mother opened her mouth and asked, "Is Bo Bo still not asleep?"

The bearded man gestured for her to go check. His mother went to the bedside, put on a garment, and looked down, revealing a deep cleavage. She then moved away from the camera. The bearded man immediately went to the bedside, took out the medicine I had sold him, and swallowed it without water. After a while, the camera stopped panning, and his mother returned to the camera, whispering to the bearded man, "This child just loves playing on the computer. I just went over and turned it off!" "When you get back, you need to keep an eye on things, otherwise Bobo's computer addiction will cause problems!"

Just then, the bearded man got excited, grabbed his mother, and said, "I can't worry about that today, let's satisfy your needs, you slut!"

With that, he reached down to his mother's crotch, and she immediately groaned. The bearded man continued lewdly, "Damn, it's all wet, you were soaking wet when you were licking it..." His

mother groaned shyly without speaking, while the bearded man's hand continued to caress her through her pajamas. His mother, embarrassed, touched the bearded man's chest with one hand and mumbled, "Turn off the light!"

The bearded man, still not satisfied, squeezed his mother's breasts a couple of times. Her breasts were so soft, changing shape with his touch. Suddenly, the bearded man said, "Slut, today I want you to lick my toes, or I'll never fuck you!"

Hearing this, my already erect penis suddenly went limp, replaced by utter rage! This perverted bastard with the big beard actually made my mother lick his toes! My mother protested shyly, "No, I threw up for days after that!"

The bastard ignored her reaction and loudly ordered, "You either lick my toes or my asshole! I can do whatever I want in the group, but there's no service at home. What's the point of me coming back?!"

My mother was stunned for a moment, then protested, "Of course you can do whatever you want in the group, but this is home!"

The bastard paused, not expecting his mother to resist. Without saying anything, he kicked her in the chest and shouted, "You filthy bitch, you open your mouth to suck dicks, you have a pussy just for me to fuck! Damn, I bought fake medicine today!" "It's useless!" I almost exploded, really wanting to rush down and beat up the bearded man. But what surprised me even more was that my mother suddenly collapsed to the ground. Seeing the bearded man about to leave, she crawled over to him and licked his toes...

I slammed my laptop shut. I couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted to smash his car. It's just a beat-up BMW. I wanted to plant a bomb and blow that son of a bitch to death. After fantasizing for an hour, I opened my laptop again and it was completely dark... That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, scenes zoomed in and out, followed

by the image of my mother

's client kicking her to the ground. In this chaotic state, I was awakened by the sound of a text message.

In a daze, I opened my phone and saw a message saying 1000 yuan had been deposited into my account. Looking up again, I realized the sun was already past noon, the bright sunlight shining directly on me. Oh no, the convenience store wasn't open yet! That stingy owner must have yelled at me. In a rush, I grabbed my notebook and dashed to the store.

When I got there, I found the door open despite the "closed" sign, but no one was inside. I quickly went to the cash box, only to find the lock unlocked. A chill ran down my spine—had it been stolen? While I hesitated, I suddenly heard faint noises coming from the back of the store. Listening closely, I recognized the owner, Zhang Cong's, voice. He never came in, so why was he up so early today? Was he checking the accounts?

Still unsure, I cautiously moved to the door, but it was tightly shut. Only a few words escaped my lips: "Disgusting..." a slightly familiar female voice said softly.

The shopkeeper leered, "Didn't leave any money yesterday? I knew he was unreliable!"

"You're just trying to bully me, you won't get away with it today!" The woman's voice was defiant.

"It's rare that the kid at the door is so late, but I didn't expect a beauty like you to show up." The shopkeeper said brazenly.

"You lied to me, saying you'd lend me money before I came in!" The woman's voice rose slightly.

"Look, isn't the money here?" A sound of money being shaken followed.

The woman hesitated, saying tentatively, "Lend it to me first, I'll definitely pay you back next time!"

"Here's the money, no need to pay me back, I want you now! Xiao Li..." The shopkeeper suddenly raised his voice, followed by heavy breathing.

Xiao Li! Oh my god, could it be my mother? The moment she was humiliated last night flashed before my eyes, but I stood dumbfounded at the door. If I rushed in, I might lose my job, which would mean I couldn't be with my mother anymore, and I wouldn't be able to see her every day. But if I didn't rush in, then…

A woman's voice screamed from inside: "You bastard, how dare you do this… no… no… ah…"

The boss continued to lewdly laugh: "Just playing around? Do you know how long I've been waiting?"

"If you dare come again, I'll tell your wife. Get out of the way, I'm leaving!" I had no idea what was going on inside, but in my desperation, I gently pushed the door, but it was locked from the inside.

The situation was getting increasingly urgent, and sweat broke out on my forehead. But my father's words flashed through my mind: "Stay calm in critical moments." I composed myself, tiptoed to the counter, took out my phone, and dialed the shop's landline. A few seconds later, the phone rang loudly. I grabbed the phone and shouted at the top of my lungs, "You're looking for my boss? What? You're selling expired items? I'll find him for you right away. I think he's here today!" Then I stomped my foot hard on the ground, as if to walk away.

About a minute later, the door to the inner room clicked open, and the boss came out, loudly asking, "Who's looking for me?" I looked up and saw him calmly putting on his shirt, but the zipper of his suit trousers was clearly undone, revealing glimpses of his pale red underwear.

I hurriedly said, "I haven't asked yet. I saw you were here, so I thought I'd come over." With that, I handed him the phone, feigning concern. The boss walked over and took the phone, but just then, my mother—Xiao Li—came out of the inner room.

I finally got a good look at my mother's face. She was very calm, her face slightly pale, which accentuated her oval face, making her look exceptionally clean. Her pale purple lace jacket looked perfectly neat. I inwardly thanked myself for being so quick; otherwise, who knows what might have happened? Just as she passed by, my mother and I made eye contact again. She had large, clear, bright, willow-leaf eyes, with a hint of shyness that quickly disappeared. As she calmly walked out of the convenience store, I felt a fragrant breeze gently brush against my chest, but the shopkeeper quickly grabbed my hand. Zhang Cong wasn't stupid; he had already heard the beeping sound of the phone being disconnected when he answered it. While I was still intoxicated by my mother's fragrance, he stared at me with his chubby eyes for a minute and said, "If this gets out, you fucking go back to your hometown right now!"

I hurriedly replied, "I don't know..." "Was that troublemaker, Hu Shuo? Was that our neighbor from the building just now?"

Zhang Cong hesitated for a moment before saying, "She had something to discuss with me today. Oh, by the way, I took some money from the cash drawer earlier. Ah Zhi will be checking the accounts in a bit. Tell her I went to get more stock, okay?"

I replied smoothly with a smile, "The landlady hasn't checked the accounts in a long time, so don't worry."

Just then, the landlady suddenly pushed the door open and shouted at the boss, "You damned bastard! I told you to take something to heaven! It's so cold outside, and you made us, mother and son, wait at the door!" The landlady's words, like popping beans, came out in a few seconds, and the boss trembled with fear.

Clearly, the landlady, Azhi, wasn't satisfied and continued her tirade: "I saw that slut leave your place! What did you do with her?!"

Her gaze then swept over to the boss's genitals. At this crucial moment, I rushed over and shouted, "I was there too! Boss, I suddenly needed to pee and wanted to find a toilet!"

"Hmph, a toilet? That slut is the public toilet! Men only come back once a week, and she gets horny seeing every man in the building. Xiaofeng, you better watch out!" The landlady's tone softened considerably after my explanation.

I was both anxious and angry, wanting to grab the cleaver and chop it down. "You're the real sluts! Your son buys aphrodisiacs, your husband preys on innocent women! You're a shrew!" But despite these thoughts, a bright smile appeared on my face.

The boss gratefully nudged me, regaining his composure after my words, and said loudly, "Don't throw a tantrum! You'll corrupt your son! Xiaofeng was very diligent today; he arrived very early this morning!" I

muttered to myself, "I haven't even opened my laptop yet!" To save face, the shopkeeper muttered under her breath, "I'll check the accounts properly in a couple of days. You two aren't doing anything bad behind my back, are you? Hurry up, my son's still cold!" With that, she pulled the shopkeeper away quickly from the store.

Watching them leave, I slumped into a chair. This was the first time I'd shown concern for my mother, but did she really know?

As the shopkeeper's car drove away from the neighborhood, the store door gently opened, and my mother's pretty figure appeared before me. She looked around shyly, then walked up to me. Several times we'd brushed past each other, but this time I could finally get a good look at her.

My mother wasn't particularly tall, only about 1.65 meters, but she dressed very well. Even though it was winter, her breasts were still prominently displayed, squeezed together. Although Bobo and I had admired a version without the thin fabric last night, it felt even more real now, because I could almost touch them. My breathing quickened. Seeing my reaction, my mother seemed to think I was admiring her beauty, and confidently raised her eyebrows, as if to say, "Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?" Then, in a casual tone, she asked me, "Young man, are you from the countryside?"

This was the first time my mother had formally asked me a question. My hands nervously rubbed against the seams of my pants, unsure how to answer a question from someone who was both my mother and a sexy woman with red lips.

Seeing my embarrassment, she continued calmly, "I heard everything you said. My son is only a little younger than you. I believe you're old enough to discern things. But thank you for getting me out of that awkward situation earlier, that old lecher!" With that, she spat lightly, as if she were about to assault someone.

Every smile and gesture of my mother's was deeply imprinted in my mind. Her voice was soft, and a faint, unidentified fragrance quickly filled my nostrils. I desperately wanted to tell her, "That old lecher isn't scary; what's scary is the little lecher in your family. He's already made his move, so you have to be extra careful!

" "That old man's gone. I have coffee. Come over at 3 pm, I'll treat you to coffee..." My mother said, turning and gracefully walking out.

I stood there dumbfounded in front of the cashier, only turning on my computer after a long while. My mother had invited me to her house; finally, I could go to her house openly. The happy scene of my mother's family last night flashed through my mind.

Even as I pushed open the door, I felt like I was dreaming. My mother hadn't locked the door. Entering the familiar living room, I saw the small house door tightly locked. Standing in the living room, I asked loudly and proudly, "Aunt Wang, are you home?"

"Yes! Come into the inner room!" A familiar female voice rang out from the inner room.

I locked the front door behind me and walked step by step towards my mother's bedroom, looking up for the security camera that Bo Bo had installed yesterday. I wanted to find a chance to destroy it, otherwise, it would be so bad for my mother!

With that thought, I pushed open the bedroom door. The room was dark, with only a bedside lamp shining. Then, a wave of steam rushed in, and I saw my mother emerge wrapped in a bathrobe. Her long, shiny black hair cascaded over her slender shoulders, and half of her breasts, covered by a large bath towel, were exposed, looking white and alluring, full of temptation. My mother habitually tossed her head and whispered to me, "Go ahead, I'll go put on some clothes."

I was already about to have a nosebleed. The bedroom was small, with only the light from the door I had just opened and the lamp. My mother didn't care about my feelings at all. She walked to the mirror in front of the wardrobe, looked down at the clock on the bedside table, checked the time, sighed, picked up a comb, and gently combed her hair.

My lower body was on the verge of collapse. There's an old saying: "To do it is to be an animal, not to do it is to be less than an animal." Holy crap, a beautiful woman was combing her hair by the bed, draped in a bath towel, her bare, white legs within reach. The bedroom was filled with the scent of perfume, and the dim lighting added to the ambiance—all that was missing was the romantic music from last night.

Was my mother really so promiscuous? My genitals told me they were rock hard, and if I didn't find a place to release, I was afraid I'd die.

But as my mother combed her hair, she sighed softly, "Time waits for no one. Your auntie is getting old, she's 40 now..."

I, who usually pride myself on my wit, could only manage a haphazard reply: "Little...Little Li, you're so beautiful, you're not old at all...you're the goddess of our building, even that old lecher's eyes have changed when he looks at you..."

My mother seemed completely oblivious to my words, continuing her self-pity in a coquettish voice, "My breasts have sagged, I can't compare to young people anymore!" With that, she gently pulled the bath towel aside a little, revealing a larger expanse of milky white skin before my eyes. Just a little further down, and I could see that red apricot blossom from last night! I was so excited!

No matter if I'm a son or a normal man, I can't resist such temptation. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up abruptly, my crotch bulging high, like a cannon pointing straight at my mother.

By this time, my mother had sensed my change. She picked up her watch from the bedside table, glanced at it, and then heard the sound of a car horn downstairs. She slowly put the watch down and said softly, "Still early? There's plenty of time!" My mind was filled with countless fantasies. All the pornographic books I'd read online over the years couldn't compare to the reality before me. I rushed forward and hugged my mother tightly.

A rich, milky scent filled my nostrils, indescribably comforting. My mother's body was soft and boneless, light and airy in my arms. My penis pressed tightly against her buttocks. My mother's figure was very well-proportioned, not the kind with large breasts and buttocks, but rather the kind where both breasts and buttocks were just right. My penis, through her bathrobe, nestled into the crevice of her buttocks. The feeling was simply divine.

I held my mother tightly, and she gently breathed into my ear, saying, "Are you trying to strangle me?" Inexperienced as I was, I abruptly released her. She lost her balance and fell onto the bed, her white thighs peeking out from the seam of her bathrobe, revealing a pair of black lace panties at the end.

My mind exploded. I didn't care about cameras, mother-son relationships, or my father's will; I just wanted to fuck this slut. I unzipped my pants, freeing my penis.

Just then, the front door of my mother's house was suddenly pushed open, and hurried footsteps filled the air. My mother's face changed, and she lunged at me, grabbing me tightly.

The instant the inner door opened, I felt petrified; the shock was indescribable. My penis went limp. My mother's breasts pressed tightly against mine, her rapid breathing intensifying my tension. My arms were fixed on the bed, unable to embrace her.

A familiar voice, the voice of someone who bought medicine from me last night, rang out: "Bastard...who the hell are you! How dare you mess with my woman!" I felt a pair of hands grab my collar, followed by a punch to my face. The punch wasn't very strong, but it made me see who hit me. It was my mother's client returning home.

My mother didn't even bother to explain. He rushed over and slapped her repeatedly across the face. It felt like the slaps were on my own. I suddenly snapped and kicked the man hard. I'm a young boy, but I'm incredibly strong. The man couldn't believe I dared to fight back and was kicked to the ground. I pounced on him, straddling him, and started punching him relentlessly. My punches were powerful; he was weak, and I punched him until he groaned and cried for help! My mother started covering her face. She hadn't expected things to turn out this way. Not only did I not run away, but I dared to pin her man to the ground and beat him mercilessly. Seeing how fiercely I was beating him, she mustered her courage and slapped my already contorted face hard across the face.

This was the first time my mother had hit me. I was still immersed in the brutality, staring at my mother with a fierce look on my face, but my mother ignored me. She pounced on her husband and asked him softly, "How are you? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

I suddenly came to my senses and stood there blankly. Her client pushed her hand away, got up from the ground, stared at me, pointed at the two of us and shouted, "You wait!" Then, as if she had taken a plane, she rushed out the door without closing it.

My mother was completely stunned. Her bath towel fell to the floor, revealing her large, white breasts. Her dark pubic hair, visible through her black lace panties, exuded a lewd scent. She lunged at me, pounding my chest with her fists. Her full breasts heaved with each blow, displaying irresistible allure. As she pounded, she loudly complained, "Why didn't you run away? I sent you here to provoke him, not to beat him!"

"If you drive him away now, who will give me money? Who will support me?" she cried, turning and collapsing onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably against her pillow.

"I'll support you!" I said through gritted teeth, my fists clenched tightly.

"Get out of here! I never want to see you again! Get out! I'd rather lick your ass every day than see you again!" my mother cursed fiercely.

My heart sank, as if frozen in a refrigerator. I turned and left the house, slamming the door shut. Just as I stepped out, I saw that little devil, Bo Bo, excitedly exiting the elevator. He looked up and saw me, looking like a ghost, and jumped in fright, quickly pushing open his door and hiding inside. (

Chapter 3: Caring for My Mother)

Dejected, I returned to the convenience store and sat blankly in a chair. How could my mother be like this? Her luring me there clearly angered her customer. Didn't she know that I was the one who saved her this morning? Why? Why?

Just then, a regular customer came in to buy bread and gave me a large bill. I took the money and went to the cash register, only to find a pile of coins inside. Yesterday I had collected almost 1000 yuan; where did it all go? I rubbed my temples and could only take out some change from my pocket to give to the customer.

How much money did the owner give my mother this morning? Oh right, there's also the surveillance footage. I can just take it out and check. But as soon as I opened the laptop, I suddenly remembered that I took the laptop home yesterday, and there was no footage. However, the icon of the software I installed for Bobo yesterday was right in front of me. My heart skipped a beat. When I went out, my mother was still half-naked, and what if this little guy Bobo...? I was so nervous that I immediately double-clicked the software: the camera on the screen reassured me a little because the camera was still, proving that Bobo hadn't used the software to control the monitor. My mother was probably lying on the bed because she was tired, with a thin blanket draped over her back. From her bare shoulders, I could see the bra straps. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, I heard a faint sound of the door opening. Bobo sneakily came in with a glass of water, gently placed it on the bedside table, and then opened the bedside table drawer, took out a small bottle. Seeing this, I knew that Bobo wasn't in the small room. I quickly zoomed in and saw that the small bottle was actually a commonly used sleeping pill. Bobo took out one and crushed it into powder with something. What the hell is this bastard up to?

Seeing this made me feel incredibly anxious. I desperately wanted to rush up and knock on the door to warn my mother, but her cold voice echoed in my ears: "Get out of here! I never want to see you again! Get out! I'd rather lick your ass every day than see you again!"

I gritted my teeth, took out my phone, pressed the call button, and stared intently at Bo Bo's every move. Bo Bo calmly poured the ground medicine powder into a cup, gently swirling the cup to dissolve the powder quickly. Just then, my phone went through. The instant the call connected, both Bobo and his mother were startled. Bobo, terrified, nearly spilled water on his mother. She rolled over, gently pushing the blanket to her feet, revealing her beautiful figure—a black lace bra and panties. She was surprised to see Bobo in her bedroom. Bobo's eyes initially showed panic, but he quickly said something to his mother and then took the phone from her bag. His mother, seeing the number, instinctively pressed the hang-up button, muttering something under her breath. Seeing Bobo's flustered expression, he composed himself, but his hands trembled as he handed his mother the water glass. His mother calmed herself slightly, took the glass, and drank it.

Then she pressed the hang-up button again. At that moment, a surge of hatred and resentment welled up inside me. "You wretched woman! No wonder Father hates you so much and will never contact you again. Now your son has drugged you, and I'll just watch and see how you resist!"

My mother whispered something to Bobo, and Bobo, with a very obedient expression, gently turned off the light and left the room. The room was pitch black!

Without even thinking, just half an hour later, that little guy Bobo quietly crept in. I saw him gently turn on my mother's bedside lamp. The light wasn't very bright, but I could see his somewhat nervous expression through the remote control. I cursed inwardly—serves him right for being messed with by his son!

Bobo gently called to his mother, stroking her face with his hand. After a while, seeing that she didn't move, he gently poked her pretty cheek. Seeing no reaction, he gently pinched it, and his mother stirred slightly before returning to normal. Seeing that the drug had taken effect, he happily twisted his waist in the room and made a V-sign towards the camera. He really didn't know that I was actually watching him closely in the dark!

I thought the next scene would be like in some novels: pulling back the covers, unhooking her bra, and then...

But what I didn't expect was that Bobo's next move was to gently get into bed, then put one arm around his mother, lean his head against her, and gently rub his cheek against hers, like a little lamb clinging tightly to its mother. I stared blankly for almost 5 minutes, getting sleepy. Was this really the kind of bad Bobo I thought he was? I was completely bewildered when, just then, the shopkeeper's son, Mingming, rushed into the store, his face flushed and anxious, shouting, "Where's the medicine I asked for last time?"

I froze. I'd already given that aphrodisiac to Bobo's father; we were out of it. Luckily, the little guy didn't understand much of the foreign language. I couldn't outmaneuver a shrewd woman like my mother, but I could handle this little brat. I composed myself, turned around, went to the cash register, found a box of aspirin, tore open the packaging, and pulled out a few pills... I calmly handed it to him, and his eyes lit up. He lowered his voice and asked, "Does this really work?"

I calmly shook my head, indicating I didn't know, inwardly cursing, "None of these city folks are any good." Mingming ignored me, hurriedly turning and leaving the room. The empty house was left with me alone. With nothing to do, I could only watch Bobo nestled beside my mother. Seeing that heartwarming scene, I felt a deep sense of guilt. I had misunderstood Bobo; he just wanted my mother to get some sleep.

Just as I was feeling sentimental, Bobo seemed to hear something, jumped out of bed, and hurriedly left my mother's room. I wondered if he had gone to do his homework.

Soon, he came into the room again, but this time he wasn't alone. He actually came in with Mingming. The two of them stood at the door, talking to their mother, but their expressions seemed to be judging her. Then Mingming and Bobo took out some things. I looked closely and realized that they were the medicine I had just given Mingming. The two of them took two pills each and swallowed them without even drinking water. I took a sip of water and almost spat it out with laughter. I wish them both good health.

After they finished eating, they glanced at each other. Mingming was clearly holding back; even in the sunlight from the outer room, I could see his pimples were exceptionally red. He rushed over, pulled back the thin blanket, and Bobo tried to pull him away, but couldn't. He just stood there. Seeing this, my penis instantly became erect. It turned out that my mother's sleeping posture wasn't pleasing at all; instead, her two white thighs were spread wide apart, and at the bottom of her thighs was a semi-transparent black lace panty. I recalled the scene when I was there earlier. Although my mother was very close, I was too panicked to observe carefully. I zoomed in, and in the light, my mother's pubic hair wasn't sticking out as I had imagined. Through the semi-transparent panty, I could see that it was trimmed into vertical stripes, very neat, and extremely alluring. Mingming was a little stunned, perhaps because it was his first time touching a mature woman's body. He gently touched my mother's feet, moving upwards until he touched the black panty, paused, and turned to Bobo, saying something.

I particularly hate this camera now. Why is the sound so bad? I can only hear them when they speak loudly, and if they speak softly, I can't hear anything at all.

Bo Bo slowly approached, walked to my mother's lower body, and, as if smelling a work of art, bent down and sniffed the underwear intensely. Mingming didn't have his patience. He quickly pulled my mother's arm away from her chest, revealing her high breasts to both of them—yes, to all three. Although I had just admired them, I hadn't yet seen my mother's lingerie show. My mother's skin was very white and delicate, creating a striking visual contrast with the black underwear. Mingming was about to pull off my mother's bra when Bo Bo grabbed his hand. Mingming could only sigh helplessly. Bo Bo reached out and gently pulled open the left bra first, revealing... The firm breasts seemed to be freed from their confinement, and Bobo gently lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, slowly sucking on it. Upon seeing this, Mingming immediately climbed onto the bed, pulled off the right bra with one hand, and roughly rubbed his mother's breast with his other hand. In the footage, it looked like two little wolves were greedily devouring a big white sheep, but what was most hateful was that the white sheep couldn't wake up and could only let the little wolves ravage it. Mingming rubbed his mother's breast with one hand, and with the other hand, he moved down along the seam of the black lace panties. Bobo suddenly raised his head and pulled the hand away. It seems that Bobo has the first right to play with his mother! I don't know what I was saying to him, but after listening for a while, he nodded, decided not to kiss his mother's breasts, and rolled over. Through his mother's panties, he gently caressed her vulva with his small hand. Mingming joined in, gently peeling off his mother's panties along her buttocks. I watched in the camera's view as the black fabric slowly slipped away from my mother's body. Just as I was about to take a closer look at the place where I was born, Bobo suddenly pounced on me, lowering his head to lick... Mingming looked at him helplessly, and could only roll over and continue to fondle his mother's breasts.

Damn it, these two little beasts, I cursed as I stroked my own big cock, gently stroking it, my eyes fixed on the screen.

The two boys were playing enthusiastically, exchanging smiles before leaving their mother's bed and pulling down their pants. However, their penises were so small that I could see through the camera that they both ejaculated white semen onto their underwear. Mingming, being more experienced than Bobo, was masturbating, and Bobo, seeing this, joined in. Seeing two kids masturbating to a mature woman on the screen immediately reminded me of the Seven Dwarfs and Snow White.

But clearly, the drug had no effect; neither of them could get hard again. I was laughing uncontrollably at this point, thinking to myself, "You two little brats, do you think mature women are so easy to conquer?" Time flew by; almost an hour had passed. The two boys remained silent, and seeing no other option, they pulled up their pants and put their mother's underwear and bra back on exactly as they were. Mingming, cursing under his breath, reluctantly covered his mother with a thin blanket, his eyes fixed on her as he slowly retreated. Bobo quietly turned off the light.

Darkness returned.

"Oh no, they're definitely coming back to cause me trouble." I sensed it without even thinking. Just as I realized the danger, the door to the convenience store was suddenly pushed open, and the owner, Zhang Cong, rushed in excitedly. Seeing me turning off the screen, he shouted at me, "You little rascal, you watch porn when no one's around, huh?!"

I said shyly, "No more..."

Zhang Cong shouted back, "You still have some use after watching it? I can only rely on this after watching it!"

With that, he pulled out a few blue pills from his suit pocket: "By the way, keep these medicines here for now. They'll be useful next time that slut comes. Just don't let my wife find out. You did a great job today, I'll give you a raise at the end of the month..." Zhang Cong smiled and placed the medicines in my hand, his eyes filled with expectation as he spoke.

Just as we were talking, the two little ones rushed into the convenience store. Before they could say anything loudly, Mingming spotted his father standing next to me putting money into the cash box. He called out softly, "Hello, Dad!" Up close, I saw his exasperated expression; his acne was almost purple. Bobo followed behind him

, unsure what to say. The shopkeeper looked closely at his son and said, "Son, what's wrong? You're sweating so much. Go home quickly; your mother was just looking for you!"

"No, Dad, you go back first. I need to ask Xiaofeng about a computer problem!" Mingming was now openly venting his frustration on me.

"Good boy, I'll go home now. Bobo, how's your mother doing lately?" Zhang Cong said as they walked away.

My mother had just been molested… those words flashed through my mind.

Seeing my father had already left the shop, Mingming and Bobo's eyes seemed to be blazing with anger. They shouted at me, “What kind of medicine did you buy?! Why didn't you use it?”

I slowly held out my hand to them, and the blue pills immediately appeared before their eyes. I said in a low voice, “This is the real medicine. The little money you gave me isn't enough to buy it!” With that, I pulled my hand back.

I could sense their urgency. Mingming, seeing the real thing, immediately said, “Brother Xiaofeng, you have to give me this medicine next time. I really need it urgently!”

I shrugged and said, “Then how much money will you give me?”

Mingming immediately became arrogant, pointing his finger at my nose and saying, “You stinking country bumpkin, my mom has plenty of money. She'll bury you in it!” Bobo also glared at me fiercely.

I waved my hand and said, “Then hurry up and give it to me. It's right here. Take it if you pay!” Then I defiantly showed them my hand holding the pills.

Bobo pulled Mingming aside and muttered a few words in a low voice. Mingming nodded fiercely, and Bobo said to me in a humble tone, "Brother Xiaofeng, can we ask you to do something for us? We'll split the profits!" I was surprised by how many clever ideas Bobo had. I asked him in a low voice, "Go ahead and say it?"

"I want to... I want to rob Mingming's mom with you and Mingming!" Bobo's words, though few, hit me like a hammer blow.

What are you little brats up to?
Chapter 4 of "Concern for Mother" (10-24)

: Robbery, please, it's robbery! How could I agree? But kids these days are so precocious, no, they're incredibly audacious!

Seeing my face clearly marked "no," he was so anxious he didn't know how to react. He stammered, "Brother Xiaofeng, don't worry about me. If something happens... I... I'll take care of it!" Listening to his tight, incoherent expression, I couldn't believe him even more. I waved my hand, not wanting to get entangled with them anymore, and too lazy to pay attention to the two kids.

Just then, Bobo slowly walked over, handing me a trendy cell phone. It only had one text message: "Son, your mom's having an affair with the guy downstairs. You'll be living with me from now on. I'll pick you up tomorrow! Don't tell your mom! Love you—from Daddy Yishan."

Seeing my ashen face, Bobo already guessed that the guy in the message was me. He smugly said, "Either you share the money with us, or I'll have my father break your legs! Only I can control my dad in this family. You decide!" My mind was a mess. First of all, I hadn't slept with my mother at all. Secondly, I saved your mom. You were the one who molested her, and now you're blackmailing me? Heh heh!

"Then…" After a long pause, I hesitantly asked, "What do you want to do?" I didn't know what the consequences of saying that would be.

Seeing that I seemed to have agreed, Mingming sighed and ignored me completely, praising Bobo, "You little magician, you're amazing! There's no one you can't handle!"

Bobo completely disregarded him, his little eyes fixed on me. I could sense his extreme distrust, but he slowly said, "Brother Xiaofeng, you've seen my computer. Since you're joining us, we won't hide anything from you. Mingming's mom always carries a card with her, with 30,000 yuan in it for daily expenses. Since you've helped us this time, we'll give you half, and we'll also give you a big surprise!"

Hearing the last part, Mingming nudged Bobo and muttered to him, "Are you going to expose our whole plan to him?"

Bobo said contemptuously, "You've taken advantage of my family so much today, I should make your family pay back!" Hearing Bobo's last words, I was shocked. These two little brats had molested my mother at home today, so when Bobo said "pay back," could it be...? I pictured the landlady's fierce face in the morning. Although she was stern, a closer look revealed she was quite a beauty in her youth. The boss often boasted that she was the school beauty back in the day. He said he was poor then, so they vowed to work hard together. Later, they bought a house in Shanghai when property was cheap, and after much back and forth buying and selling, they finally had some money and no longer had to worry about making ends meet. So, fearing the boss would be unfaithful, she opened a small shop for him to run, but she controlled the money tightly, making him very frugal with every penny. However, it must be said that the landlady had a truly impressive figure, completely opposite to her mother. She was shorter, but had enormous breasts, which would sometimes jiggle when she scolded the boss, a sight that stirred all sorts of fantasies. And because she had some spare money... I went to a beauty salon, so my butt is quite perky now…

Seeing me lost in thought, Bo Bo sighed and said, “Let me tell you the story… Every Friday, Mingming’s dad isn’t home; he goes to collect money from other tenants. He says he’s collecting money, but actually… sigh, that’s just how adults are.” His eyes lit up, and he continued, “So he leaves in a little while. We’ve been planning this for a long time, and this is how we arranged it…”

We were calculating when the door was suddenly pushed open by the boss. The three of us froze. The boss walked cheerfully to my side, pulled me to the door, and whispered, “Where’s my medicine?”

I shakily took the medicine out of my pocket. The boss proudly took two pills, stuffed them into his pocket, and turned to his son, beaming, and loudly proclaimed, “Son, with…” "Xiaofeng, study computers hard, don't end up illiterate like your mother!"

After walking a few steps outside, I turned and shouted to Bobo, "Bobo, tell your mother to come to me if she has any trouble..." I turned my head and saw a complicated expression on Bobo's face. He gritted his teeth and said to me and Mingming, "Let's do it, I'll make the call."

Actually, robbery is much simpler than you might imagine, especially with collusion between insiders and outsiders. I tore open a few thick stockings from the convenience store, put them on my head, and looked in the mirror. It was indeed exaggerated; no one could tell who you were. You could completely change your voice just by sucking on an olive. Bobo tore open a SIM card from a convenience store and called the owner to ask her to come downstairs to pick up a package. A moment later, I saw the owner hurriedly coming down from the window. She was dressed casually, clearly wearing a down jacket over her pajamas, because she was walking... In a rush, I saw from afar that her large breasts were jiggling. I followed Mingming and quickly climbed several floors to enter her house. I glanced at the knife in my hand, still bearing the tag, and wondered whether to tear it off. But if I did, the boss would still charge me when checking the accounts. While I was hesitating, the rapid sound of high heels grew closer. Mingming whispered, "When she comes in, you put the knife to me, then make her turn around and give you the bag. The card is in the bag..."

Before she finished speaking, there was the sound of a key opening the door, followed by the door being pushed open. The landlady, her face contorted with rage, muttered and cursed, "Which bastard dared to play tricks on me? If I find out... Ah!" She let out a scream as she looked up and saw a masked man holding a knife to her precious son's neck, followed by a deafening shout.

Damn it, I knew the kid's plan was a complete disaster. Then, like a mother beast, she charged in without giving me a chance to speak, seemingly trying to snatch the knife from my hand. I'd never seen anything like it. I usually trembled at the sight of the landlady, but seeing her charging at me so ferociously, I was utterly terrified.

At that moment, Mingming cried out in shock, "Mommy, don't come any closer! He's going to kill me!"

Those words were incredibly powerful. The landlady, just a few steps away from me, suddenly stopped and shouted, "Let go of my son, or I'll call the police! You can't escape anyway!" My legs were trembling uncontrollably; I didn't know how to respond. Facing the woman who usually snarled at me several times a day, if she had a knife, she would have killed me instantly.

Just then, the door slammed shut, and the landlady fell silent. A cold, deep voice behind her said, "Kneel down, or I'll kill your son!" Without a second thought, Bobo, wearing stockings, came in, holding a knife to the landlady's back.

The landlady knelt down helplessly, her large, white breasts exposed to Mingming and me through her pajamas. Mingming's mouth went dry, and I hadn't expected them to be so big. Bobo yanked his backpack off her shoulder, then bound her hands with transparent tape. He then held a knife to her neck, gesturing towards me. Seeing that I had the situation under control, I pulled a black cloth strip from my waist and cautiously blindfolded the landlady.

Mission accomplished!

Bobo was so frightened by my actions that he almost fainted. If he hadn't arrived in time, who knows what the consequences would have been. But his efforts paid off. Bobo grabbed the landlady's large breasts and began kneading them back and forth, as if retaliating for Mingming's actions towards his mother that afternoon.

Mingming, his blood boiling, ran over, grabbed the landlady's bag, took out her card, and pulled me into the house, saying, "It's up to you to force her to give you the password!" He then pushed me out, leaving the door ajar.

The landlady, terrified beyond belief, collapsed to her knees by the door, her body limp. She struggled, her breasts being squeezed, muttering incessantly, "I'll give you money, what do you want? Please don't kill my son..." I slapped her hard across the face. She probably saw stars. I thought to myself, "This is for my mother, serves you right for cursing her this morning!"

Then I kicked her hard and shouted, "Damn it, this is all the money in my bag, tell me your card PIN!"

"There's no money in the card, we have no money..." the landlady stammered, a pitiful expression on her face.

Bobo completely ignored her answer. The hand squeezing her breasts behind her increased from one to two. Her breasts were too big for his small hands to grasp, so he frantically manipulated her nipples through her pajamas. Mingming, watching his frenzied antics through the crack in the fabric, looked utterly helpless. It seemed the two of them had a tacit understanding, exchanging mothers' bodies.

I was about to interrogate her about where the money went when I heard her screaming "Ahhh!" from inside, followed by the sound of her head hitting the wall—it sounded terrible…

The landlady was completely stunned, having no idea what was going on. She stammered, "The money was all taken by that bitch upstairs! That slut seduces my husband every day, there's really no money in this card!"

Damn it, I felt a surge of anger rising within me, and I rushed over, about to strike, when I saw Bobo was feeling the same way. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up from the ground. The landlady's large, voluptuous breasts were right in front of me. I had no pity for her whatsoever. I tore open her nightgown, revealing a pair of large, white, plump breasts. The breasts were slightly sagging, but still very round, though the areolas were a bit large and the nipples were black. I grabbed one nipple hard and shoved it forward. The landlady groaned in pain, arching her body forward, her buttocks sticking up high.

Even though he was clearly seeing things going too far from inside, he wanted to push the door open, but after thinking about it, he didn't for some reason

. Bo Bo, looking at the plump, big buttocks, was also incredibly excited. He lifted the hem of her nightgown, revealing a dark pink pair of panties. He reached out and explored the landlady's clitoris through the panties. The landlady was caught in a pincer attack, unsure how to respond. The person behind her seemed only interested in her body, while the person in front seemed only interested in the money. She decided to focus on me, calmed herself down, and whispered, "Don't kill my son, I'll give you money."

Actually, I wasn't that interested in money anymore. If I slept with this old bastard today, I would be betraying my mother. I leaned down and watched Bo Bo playing around with it through the nightgown. I reached out and ripped off the pink panties, revealing a clump of dark, fuzzy pubic hair. It was so messy, completely different from the neatly trimmed pubic hair my mother used to do. Before Bo Bo could retract his fingers, they were already poking into the landlady's plump labia.

"If you want this, I'd rather die than tell you the password. Just kill me..." The landlady's last line of defense was breached, and she was a bit desperate: "My old man will be back soon and arrest you all." She really wants to play dirty! No wonder she's the landlady; she can use this to keep the boss in line. Too bad we're not the boss; you can't use this on us.

I turned and left the landlady's room, pushing open Mingming's door. I saw Mingming panting heavily as he masturbated to his mother. Good heavens, what a spineless kid. I whispered to him, "We need to use some methods. Your mom won't listen to reason!"

"Use them, hurry up! I've never seen my mom back down. If you can make her back down today, I'll do anything for her in the future!" Mingming said through gritted teeth.

"Don't be shy!" I asked worriedly.

"Go ahead, just do it for my dad. You don't know how fiercely she beats him when she gets angry!" Mingming said as if he were doing justice for God.

I thought to myself, "I've been waiting for you to say that." As I walked out, I pulled down my pants, my long penis rising high with the sight of her large breasts. I grabbed the landlady's hair and pulled her in front of my penis. Looking at this face I saw almost every day, the one she always spoke to us with her arrogant attitude, I grabbed her nose, making it hard for her to breathe. She opened her mouth, and then my big penis shoved in, thrusting in and out.

Both kids were seeing real oral sex for the first time, and they were completely stunned. Bobo even forgot to play with the landlady's genitals. All he could see was a huge, mature penis going in and out of a beautiful, mature woman's mouth. I imitated a scene from a porn movie, repeatedly slapping her mouth and yelling at her, "Suck it properly, or I'll kill you!"

It seems the rich are afraid of the poor, and the poor are afraid of those who are willing to risk their lives. The landlady was intimidated by my actions and could only obediently lick my penis. Unfortunately, her oral skills were terrible; she just kept biting my penis with her teeth, which hurt me a lot. But I couldn't give in. I thrust my hard penis in forcefully, and when I felt it was almost reaching her throat, the landlady coughed. Coughing incessantly, I waved to Bobo. Bobo looked down at his "treasure," which was hard, but too small compared to mine. I turned and waved to Mingming, taking a small blue pill from my pocket and tossing it to him. Mingming slowly walked out of the house, getting closer to see his mother vigorously sucking my penis. His face showed utter disbelief. I firmly believe that in his heart, he could never believe that his fierce mother was kneeling on the ground, completely naked, giving another conqueror a penis. Thinking of this, he swallowed the small blue pill, and soon his penis was erect. I jokingly pinched his little penis and pulled it out of the landlady's mouth.

Mingming stood in front of his mother, his penis pointing directly at the landlady's black blindfold. I wondered what it would look like if the blindfold were removed now? Then, without hesitation, he put his penis into his mother's mouth. The landlady obediently continued licking, becoming more and more skilled. Because I had been twitching my mouth more frequently earlier, she knew that I twitched my mouth the least when licking with my tongue. Therefore, she felt it very well, gently curling the tip of Mingming's glans with the tip of her tongue, gently kissing and sucking. Mingming raised his hand, wanting to imitate me and slap his mother, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He rushed over and slapped her. Women are so cheap; the more you hit them, the better they lick. Soon, Mingming couldn't take the stimulation anymore. Although he was on medication, thick, white semen shot onto his mother's face. I saw such a lewd scene, the burly old man... The landlady was face-shot by her own son, and I really couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her buttocks with one hand and slapped them hard. She was completely conquered. She continued to lick Mingming's penis. Bobo pushed Mingming away and put his penis in front of her diligent mouth. She couldn't tell whose penis it was. She was just inertia improving her oral sex skills. I spread her fat buttocks and carefully observed her vulva. I parted her pubic hair and found that she had a willow-leaf vulva. She was very lewd. Her labia majora stretched from her clitoris to her anus. She was a typical slut. I reached into her vulva and felt that it was full of water. I touched her vulva and found her anus. I touched it hard.

Just then, the proprietress trembled and said nervously, "I'll talk, I'll talk, the password is 890723, please don't mess with my asshole, I can't take it." Actually, I knew anal sex was indeed tiring, but I'd let you off the hook today, you slut. I thrust my cock into that warm, moist vagina and pumped hard. I was going to fuck you to death, you slut, for making you spread rumors about my mother every day.

We fucked the proprietress until she collapsed on the ground, unconscious. The three of us carried her to her bed. At this moment, Mingming pushed our heads out and whispered, "Damn, that was so good. You guys go get the money, I'll take care of the rest. Give me two more pills." Bobo and I went back to the ATM in the convenience store, withdrew the money, took off our masks, and glanced at our watches. There was still an hour before the boss would be back. We smiled at each other; it seemed Mingming had a tough night.

While dividing the money, Bo Bo patted my shoulder with practiced ease and said, "Brother Xiaofeng, when did you sleep with my mom? I'm so envious of you!"

I was taken aback and said very seriously, "Your dad is talking nonsense. I didn't touch your mother at all. I couldn't possibly have done that to her!"

Bo Bo said very casually, "My dad is in the entertainment industry. He has plenty of women. A few days ago, he even let me sleep with a young model who just came to Shanghai from the countryside... That girl was introduced to my father by my mom. I've known for a long time that my mom is just one of his many women..." I couldn't talk to him about my mother anymore. Just then, my phone, which almost never rings, suddenly rang. I grabbed my 15,000 yuan and told Bo Bo to get lost.

Bo Bo tactfully pushed open the door and left. I answered the phone, and a sweet, cloying voice rang out: "Uncle? This is Qianqian. Could you lend me some money? I just went to Shanghai to work in the film industry, and now I'm out of rent. Uncle, Uncle, Uncle, are you there...?" Qianqian is my cousin; she's practically my childhood dream goddess. Bo Bo's words just now echoed in my ears... Qianqian

's

words were like a royal decree to me, because when we played house as children, she always played the role of the queen, high and mighty, giving orders to everyone. Receiving this gentle call today was a complete surprise. Even the queen in my heart has to ask for help sometimes, especially when you're far from home.

"Sister, this is Xiaofeng. My father has passed away..." I slowly said into the receiver.

"Ah..." A clear, surprised exclamation followed, then: "Little brother Xiaofeng, where are you now?"

"I'm in Shanghai," I replied.

"Really? That's...that's great! Oh, no..." Qianqian's words were sometimes excited, sometimes interrupted: "Xiaofeng, how about I come to see you tonight? I'm sorry, I was kicked out by that horrible landlord, I have nowhere to go."

"Then come to the ** building in the ** neighborhood. But I get off work a little late, I won't be back until 11." Actually, hearing Qianqian's answer, I felt a surge of excitement, because maybe tonight I could stay with my cousin Qianqian. When we were kids, when we played games, a bunch of boys would surround Qianqian, even fantasizing about her when we went to the toilet. But every evening, as the sunset painted the sky, I would hold Qianqian's little hand and walk home, which aroused their great envy. If those classmates knew we were staying together tonight, they would probably jump off buildings in hatred.

"Your address seems to be...see you later. It's been so long, I've missed you." Qianqian hesitated for a moment, then hung up the phone.

I got home extra early, figuring my boss wouldn't be checking up on me tonight anyway. I was happily counting my money when there was a knock at the door. I put the money on the table and opened it: a stunningly beautiful woman stood before me. At first glance, she looked remarkably like my mother when she was young. Her wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her elegant face was adorned with a pair of bright, expressive eyes that seemed to speak volumes. Her cherry-like lips were just like my mother's. Looking at those rosy lips, I was suddenly reminded of that night when my mother was licking the penis of her client, and a surge of desire welled up inside me.

"Xiaofeng, long time no see! What's wrong? Can't resist a beautiful woman? Maybe I should marry you," Qianqian teased playfully.

"I'm not lucky enough to enjoy that. You're practically a star! So, so attractive!" I exclaimed, ushering Qianqian into my small room.

After closing the door, Qianqian glanced around my small room, which was actually just one room with a bed and a sofa. When she saw the pile of RMB on the bedside table, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Little brother, looks like you've struck it rich! You can just leave your money anywhere."

I blushed with embarrassment, thinking to myself, "It's all fucked money," but I said softly, "This is..."

Before I could finish, Qianqian sat down on the bed, her eyes still fixed on the money, and said, "Aren't you going to get your sister some water?" I hurriedly got up to boil water, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Qianqian pick up a stack of money, put it down gently, then pick up another stack, weigh it in her hand, and nod, seemingly lost in thought.

As I made the water, I muttered, "How's it going in Shanghai, sister?"

"My life has been so tough," Qianqian replied. "I started as a stage actress, but people said I was just a pretty face, too wooden. Then I became a model, but they said I didn't have the education. They tried to hire someone to be my sugar daddy, but he promised me movie roles, and I ended up getting nothing and his son took advantage of me. Sigh..." At this point, Qianqian's expression darkened, and she sighed deeply.

I held the water, blowing on it to warm it, and placed the cup on the table in front of Qianqian, then sat down next to her.

As I approached, a strong scent of expensive perfume enveloped my nose. I thought to myself, "That's no longer the pure, innocent fragrance of childhood."

Qianqian saw me approach and suddenly hugged me. I froze, her high breasts pressed tightly against my arms. My body enjoyed the soft, yielding feeling, but I was completely bewildered. My arms hung helplessly at my sides, unsure of what to do.

"Hug me, hug me, I'm so tired," Qianqian whispered sweetly in my ear.

My arms slowly rose and embraced my cousin, muttering something unintelligible, "Sister, don't work too hard. Those rich people are so bad, none of them are good people..."

Then, drops of liquid streamed down my neck—Qianqian's tears. She choked out, "Little brother, I desperately need 15,000 yuan to bribe that lecherous director tomorrow. Can you lend it to me?" With her warm, fragrant body in my arms and her crystal-clear tears flowing down my shoulder, how could I refuse? But I knew very well that this money wasn't something to be given away lightly. Who knew what that damned boss lady would do tomorrow? If she found out we robbed her, she wouldn't do anything to her son, but to me…

15,000 yuan! Damn it, how did you know that? My heart skipped a beat. Wasn't that the amount of money I kept on my bed? Cousin, how could you be so materialistic?

Qianqian hugged me, seeing my hesitation, and whispered, "This money wasn't left to you by your father, was it? It's okay, I just need it temporarily, I'll pay you back soon..." I was about to speak, but I held back, because I was really enjoying this feeling. The only time I'd ever been hugged by a loved one was that afternoon, and now my sister was holding me tightly at night. Home felt so good.

Qianqian, unaware of my thoughts, suddenly pushed me away, wiped her tears, picked up her LV bag, and said to me with a hint of anger, "Hmph, little brother, you're so heartless! We grew up together, don't you trust me? I'm leaving now!" With that, she turned and walked towards the door.

The hot water on the table was still steaming. My sister was so fickle. I didn't know whether to stop her or take the money. I sat there dumbfounded, mumbling incoherently, "No, I have the money, here you go, but you have to stay... with me." I didn't know what I was saying; my mind was a complete mess.

Sensing my continued inaction, my sister walked to the door, paused suddenly, and sighed deeply, "Sigh... Xiaofeng, you've changed too."

She then turned to face me. Looking at her curvaceous figure, her high breasts heaving, I was suddenly reminded of my mother embracing me naked. My lower body involuntarily hardened. My face flushed, unsure what to do, and I could only mumble, "Don't go... that's not what I meant!"

Qianqian said helplessly, "So you've been corrupted by them here too, even with your sister. I'm down on my luck and desperately need money, but rather than let that guy have it, I'd rather give it to you." I had no idea what my sister was talking about, but then she suddenly took off her down jacket, revealing a tight pink mini-skirt clinging to her lower body. Her long, shapely legs were covered by thin black stockings, and her upper body was a simple suit skirt. Her high, white cleavage was deeply visible, making me almost have a nosebleed.

Qianqian slowly squatted down, gently stroking the small tent between my legs, flicking it lightly, and said, "Little brother, you're more honest than my little brother. Tell me, where do you want me to go?" She then parted her pink lips, seductively asking me.

Good heavens, I really hadn't thought about those things. What exactly happened today? My mother was "completely honest" with me this morning, then had a "fight" with the landlady this afternoon, and now she's about to break her "lustful vow" tonight. What was all this for?

As I hesitated, Qianqian said knowingly, "I knew you'd been corrupted by your mother here. I even saw your binoculars. Your mother's house is right across the street, isn't it? When I left, your father gave your mother a call with ill intentions, sending me to this wolf's den, and now I have to serve you, this little wolf." With that, she skillfully unbuckled my belt.

I immediately pushed her hand away, shouting, "It's not like that! This money isn't clean; I can't give it to you!" Actually, even after saying this, I was conflicted.

"Money is money, what's so dirty about it? You men are all the same, you need to play tricks to get women, do you know what your mother and that bearded man do every day?" Qianqian looked up and said to me with contempt.

I was really curious, and just as I was about to question her, she continued, "He's always licking assholes. That stinky bearded man is completely useless; he just torments people..."

Licking assholes? I'd heard that once before. Impossible. My mother wouldn't lick someone else's asshole. I glared at her angrily, plotting how to torture this vile woman. I composed myself, pointed to the money on the bedside table, and said, "Yes, so you know everything. If you serve me well tonight, I'll give you 5,000 yuan."

"What do you know, you little brat? In our circle, if having sex is considered a big deal, then there's no problem!" Qianqian said calmly. These filthy words coming from this beauty I admired were utterly shocking. I immediately unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard penis, and shouted at Qianqian, "Lick it properly."

Qianqian saw my huge penis pointing directly at her, tilted her head, and said, "Good little brother, keep your word!" I nodded fiercely, my mind filled with thoughts of fucking her.

Qianqian gently took my penis into her mouth, and the moment she did, I felt my faith crumble. Why did she change so much after coming to Shanghai? She was my childhood idol!

My penis was really big, with bulging veins, making Qianqian's little mouth bulge. But she kept sucking on it, sometimes holding it in her mouth, sometimes licking it, as if playing with a fun toy. Her little hands gently supported my testicles, kissing the glans and licking my balls, making me unable to stop.

Having had experience with the landlady this afternoon, I knew I couldn't ejaculate as quickly as Mingming. It was quite a struggle to get my childhood sex idol to give me oral sex. I held my breath, grabbed Qianqian's hair with one hand, and pressed it down hard, thrusting my penis deep into her mouth. I saw my thick pubic hair constantly hitting Qianqian's nostrils. My penis was huge, but what was amazing wasn't that, but Qianqian's oral skills. They were simply divine. This afternoon, the landlady would cough incessantly when I thrust too deep, clearly showing her lack of experience. But Qianqian, on the other hand, actively encouraged me to thrust deeper. Sometimes she would gently tilt her head back, her face flushed, looking excited.

I roughly pulled open her suit jacket and, through her panty, reached into her bra, searching for her nipples. They felt so good, smooth and tender. Qianqian was only a year older than me, in the prime of her life. She moved her whole body in sync with me.

I thrust hard into her mouth, and Qianqian sucked vigorously. I felt her little mouth was far superior to the old woman's vagina from the afternoon, tightly gripping my penis, sending waves of tingling sensations rushing to my head.

Several minutes passed like this, and I couldn't take it anymore. I shrugged, a wave of tingling sensation washing over my lower back, and a thick stream of semen gushed out.

Qianqian hadn't expected me to be so quick. She coughed, my thick semen spilling from her mouth and getting all over her face. Seeing my white semen flowing down her beautiful face, I felt a surge of conquest. So this is what it's like to have sex with a pretty woman. It seems city folks all go for women like my cousin.

"Alright, little brother, you've had your fun now. I'm going to tidy up. I'll sleep here tonight. Want what you want? Go ahead and do whatever you want." With that, Qianqian turned and went into the bathroom, leaving the door open, and quietly removed all her clothes, throwing them one by one onto my bed.

I was so tired today, and I felt so good just now that I didn't even feel anything watching the beautiful woman take off her clothes. I pulled over my cup, ready to go to sleep, when a thong suddenly flew onto my head. I smelled blood.

Looking up, I saw Qianqian changing her sanitary napkin. I felt a wave of disgust. Qianqian is so cunning; she knows I just want to have sex with her. She won't do anything when she sees she's on her period. No wonder she got kicked out by the landlord—the landlord won't get the "rent" today.

Thinking about this, I felt dizzy. There was so much going on today; I needed a good rest. I don't know how much time passed, but a warm body pressed against me, holding me tightly. Her high breasts were pressed against my chest, her nipples staring intently at me. A soft voice said to me, "Good boy, I'm sorry, go to sleep." Then everything went dark.

When the light returned, I was alone again. Rubbing my eyes, I saw the money by the window was gone, and my phone only had a text message: "Little brother, I lent you a little too much money, but seeing you spying on your mother every day, you're such a bad kid! But I'll keep your secret, consider your money a safekeeping fee, dear!" A wave of panic washed over me. The money was gone, but thankfully, I still had my job.

When I pushed open the door of the convenience store, I saw no one around, but the owner, a radiant woman, sat upright at the counter, smiling broadly. Seeing me, she said, "Xiaofeng, since no one's here, tell me about yesterday's earnings." I saw her face; it was red and swollen from the slap I'd given her yesterday, but today it was all gone. And the fearful expression she wore yesterday had transformed into arrogance and domineering behavior. I really wanted to rush up and slap her a few times like yesterday to make her behave, but… that was impossible.

"Sales weren't very good yesterday…" I mumbled listlessly, lacking energy.

"What did you do yesterday afternoon?" The owner's expression suddenly changed.

I shuddered. Why was she asking me this? I froze.

The proprietress slowly and smugly pulled a hand from behind the counter—a knife! Good heavens, it was the very knife I'd kidnapped Mingming yesterday, and the tag was still there.

I stood there dumbfounded, unsure whether to run or stay.

The proprietress stared at me intently, watching my face flush red and then pale, before suddenly bursting into laughter: "You made me feel like a woman again yesterday! I haven't felt this good in ten years! I've given you all the money; it's worth way more than what you get from those gigolos. You'll have to come and keep me company often!"

These words left me speechless. I didn't know what to say. What kind of world was this? The landlady seemed to enjoy toying with me. She pointed to the room next door where the boss was harassing his mother and said, "I heard that deadbeat Zhang Cong likes to play with that slut here. Let's go try it sometime, it'll be really exciting!" With that, she gently pulled down her deep V-neck, her large, white breasts flashing in front of me.

"If you want to continue working here, you'd better listen to me. Keep an eye on Zhang Cong and that slut. If you dare to protect Zhang Cong again, I'll kill you! But you can kill me all you want in that room! Hehe." With that, she gave me a threatening wink and stood up, walking out.

As she reached the stairwell, she tossed me a final line: "I'll be checking up on you anytime... hahaha..." Her laughter sent chills down my spine. I didn't know what to do.

I hurriedly turned on my computer and immediately saw the monitoring software again. I thought of my mother, my sister, Mingming's mother—what were these women thinking?

In Chapter Six of "

Caring for My Mother," I vaguely saw Qianqian gently float to my side, softly pull down my jeans, and gently cup my testicles in her hands, kissing them lightly with her pink lips. At that moment, my mother silently hugged me from behind, gently stroking my short, coarse hair. A scent of expensive perfume wafted into my nose, and her white arms slowly caressed my chest. Her high, firm breasts trembled repeatedly against my back with the movement of her body. I looked down at Qianqian's long, black hair, then turned to my left and saw a thick wad of money right next to me. I picked up a wad, and Qianqian gently raised her head, looking at me longingly. I roughly used... I tore open her coat with my toes, and her large breasts trembled through her bra. I casually stuffed some money into them, and Qianqian moaned with satisfaction. Her mother behind her quickened her pace to please me. I could feel the thickness of her large breasts as she slowly took off my coat, then my shirt. Her slender hands gently massaged my nipples, making me feel both sore and itchy. Then, she gently turned her head and stared at me with her big eyes. I proudly reached for another wad of money, and her eyes lit up. She came over and wrapped her arms around my upper body, coiling around me like a snake. Her fragrant lips kissed my chest, down to my neck, my chin, and then slowly moved upwards. What good fortune had I accumulated? Two beautiful women were serving me, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself as I reached out and touched my mother's smooth curves to her buttocks, trying to find a place to slip the money under her skirt, but I couldn't find a gap. I was getting impatient... Just as my mother was about to kiss my lips, waves of pleasure were washing over me, making me feel incredibly comfortable. Suddenly, a fierce-looking woman burst in, yelling, "Xiaofeng, it's already afternoon! Aren't you going to do any work?!"

I was instantly startled awake, drenched in sweat. I saw Mingming standing in front of me, mimicking his mother's mannerisms, yelling at me, "Xiaofeng, you dead man!" "Even if you make money, you'll have to work for me!"

I was about to slap him when I realized my genitals were wet. Looks like I'd just had a wet dream. So I snapped, "You little brat, you got me caught by your mom. What do you want now?"

Mingming's face flushed red and then paled, his earlier bravado vanished. He mumbled, "That day after you left, I kept going and going. The last time I ejaculated, I thought she wasn't awake, so I yelled 'Mommy, I love you!' and that gave me away..." He paused, then continued, "My mom didn't make things difficult for you, did she? I told her it was a joke!"

"Damn it, rape and robbery are jokes?" I shouted angrily at him!

"I'm sorry, Xiaofeng, I already gave you away that day. Don't be angry! I just saw my mom storm downstairs to confront you, but she came back all smiles and even kissed me a few times. I came to see you!" Mingming said, looking at me shyly.

It wasn't like my pants were wet. I rushed out from behind the counter and slapped him. If he knew the shop owner had a crush on me, I wonder what he'd think.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head: Why did you betray me? Damn it, why didn't you betray Bobo? I immediately asked him, "You brat, why didn't you tell your mom Bobo did it?"

"Because..." he hesitated like a little girl.

"Because what?" I pressed, puzzled. "

Because, I haven't slept with his mom yet, so I wanted to use her when it mattered most." He finished speaking as if he'd put something down.

Damn it, you two brats! Do you know what you're doing? This is incest. Just as I thought of this, I realized something was wrong. Bobo sleeping with Mingming's mom shouldn't count, but Mingming sleeping with his own mother doesn't really count either. So what is it? Mutual assistance within the family? My mind was a mess.

Seeing me looking dazed, Mingming leaned over and whispered, "Xiaofeng, look what this is."

Damn it, what kind of bad thing are you doing now? I watched warily as he pulled a bank card from his pocket. He whispered, "Let me tell you a secret, all my family's money is in this card, millions of it. I secretly stole it from my mom's bag yesterday. She looked for it this morning to change the PIN, but couldn't find it, and is now searching the house."

I asked, surprised, "What does that have to do with me?"

"Brother Xiaofeng, I know you're the best to me. You even got me condoms and good medicine. If you help me again this time, I'll thank you ten thousand!" My mind suddenly flashed back to the dream I'd just had, and my face flushed slightly. It's true what they say, people will die for money, birds will die for food. I wonder what this little brat is up to this time? So I said boldly, "Go ahead, your business is my business!"

Then I stared intently at his card—it wasn't just a card, it was a veritable treasure trove! But then it dawned on me: an ATM probably can't withdraw 50,000 yuan at once. "You little liar, trying to scam me again," I thought. So I continued, "Your card probably can't withdraw that much money."

These kids these days aren't to be underestimated. Mingming immediately understood what I meant and magically produced an ID card. Upon closer inspection, it belonged to the landlady. He chuckled lewdly and said, "I knew it all along. If she had an ID card, she would have reported it lost at the bank long ago. She didn't go today because she couldn't find it there. But little does she know, it's all with me. After you help me with this, I'll go to the bank with you to withdraw the money. I'm too young; the bank won't give me any."

Seeing the ID card, I immediately understood. It seemed my previous experience had spurred him on, making him believe that money could buy anything!

I feigned a sigh, then said with a bitter face, "Alright, tell me, what do you want to do?"

Mingming immediately perked up when he saw I agreed, and whispered to me, "I want to do what my dad did!" What about your dad? What? I looked at him, puzzled.

"Damn it, I want to fuck that slut upstairs, make her lick my dick!" Mingming said viciously, but his eyes were full of anticipation. "Last time, Bobo took me to her bedroom, and we just stripped that slut naked. We got so excited that we both came. We didn't have any drugs that time, but I've tested them this time, and they're fine. This time I'm going to fuck that slut to death!" Hearing him rattle off so much, I almost spat out blood. So he was still thinking about his mother. Good heavens, it seems there are really a lot of people who are obsessed with their mothers!

Let me hear why he wants to fuck his mother so badly. So I held my breath and said calmly, "That Xiao Li is almost 40, what can she do?"

"Tch, who said that? That woman is so slutty. When she first came here, she rented my house. She was so poor she couldn't even afford the rent. My father would always go to collect the rent, hahaha..." Mingming chuckled lewdly. I asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

"My dad always fucks her hard, makes her scream, and then makes her postpone her payments for a few months. Otherwise, my dad would pity her, how could she survive here?" Mingming said disdainfully.

I clenched my fist tightly, wanting to punch him away, my face contorted with anger and veins bulging. But Mingming, thinking I was excited, continued, "My father always had a regret: that slut's asshole was too conservative and too small, he could never penetrate her. Then that slut quickly found a director to keep her, and she could pay rent every month. Dad's always been resentful, wanting to find a chance to fulfill that dream. I think my dick is smaller than Dad's, so I can definitely fuck her."

"You...bastards!" I shouted angrily.

"We're all bastards, right? My dad says I'm a little bastard, and he's an old bastard, but that doesn't stop us from fucking sluts!" Mingming didn't realize I was insulting him; instead, he seemed lost in his own world.

"Then why don't you go find Bobo?" I asked.

"That guy Bobo is the shrewdest person I know. The reason I was allowed to visit his mom last time was because he and I had agreed to rob her. He'd use her to exchange for money. He knew we couldn't possibly assault that slut. And after we left that day, he even pretended to tell me the drug would only work for an hour, and that it would be troublesome once she woke up. It's obvious he didn't want me to have my way with her!" My heart sank. I didn't know how to describe the kids in the city these days. In their eyes, a mother is nothing more than a toy to be exchanged for money. No wonder there are so many teenage prostitution girls in Shanghai now. As long as they can be exchanged for money, is a virgin more useful than money?

I shook my head, indicating that I wouldn't do it. Mingming was stunned. He thought I would excitedly agree, but he didn't expect me to refuse.

After waiting a while, he glared at me and cursed, "Don't think I don't know about your affairs! You got caught riding that slut, didn't you? Humph, Bo Bo told me everything, that's why I came to find you. Her father is very powerful; you poor wretch, you're in for it!" Slut, slut, I couldn't take it anymore. Bastard, that's my mother! Besides, I didn't even touch her.

"Hmph, I'm rich! If you, you poor wretch, won't help me, I'll find someone else! You'll be drooling then!" With that, Mingming angrily stuffed his ID card and bank cards into the student ID hanging on his chest, turned around, slammed the door, and shouted as he left, "Just you wait!" Although young, I clearly felt a huge danger looming over me. Mingming's mother was threatening me, and I had a falling out with Mingming. Bo Bo didn't believe me at all, my mother hated me from the bottom of her heart, and her patron wanted to kill me. My only lifeline, 15,000 yuan, had been taken by Qianqian.

I want to leave this city, leave these people... no, am I leaving my mother?

Thinking this, I nervously opened the video surveillance software. I saw my mother sitting quietly in front of her dressing table, talking on the phone, wrapped in a nightgown, her figure exquisite. I watched her silently; perhaps this was the last time I would see her up close. I zoomed in, and as I watched closely, I saw her tense conversation, as if she were loudly saying "no, no," but afraid to hang up. After a while, she silently hung up, then suddenly lay down on the bed, her back to the camera, her perfect curves displayed on the large bed. I secretly worried; if Mingming had succeeded, the two of them rolling around on this bed would be utterly disgusting. I

could clearly see my mother's shoulders trembling slightly in the footage. I knew she had been crying, but I didn't know why. Was it for me?

Perhaps it was a telepathic connection; my mother slowly got up, took an old cell phone from her designer handbag, and turned it on. Good heavens, it was the cell phone that hadn't answered calls before! I quickly pulled out my own phone.

Almost simultaneously, the phone rang. I looked closely and saw it was my mother calling. I excitedly wanted to answer, but what if she found out it was Xiaofeng from downstairs if I spoke? Just

yesterday she said she would hate me forever, and now she'd discovered she was flirting with her own son. I could only watch the phone ring incessantly until it went silent. I quickly leaned closer to the screen. My mother sighed and continued pressing the phone.

A moment later, a text message arrived. I quickly opened it. My mother had written: "How is our son? It was his birthday the day before yesterday. How did you celebrate? I'm tired. I miss you and our son. Can I really come back?" Tears streamed down my face. I didn't know what to say. Just as I was about to reply, the door to the convenience store was suddenly flung open. I looked up in surprise, feeling a chill run through me.

It turned out that my mother's patron barged in with a burly bodyguard. Just as I was about to run, a small figure squeezed out from behind him—it was Mingming! He was excitedly standing with his hands on his hips, his arm around a pretty girl. Good heavens, that girl was Qianqian, the one who had tricked me out of money in my room yesterday!

This group of four was truly astonishing. Mingming proudly pulled out some money and gave a wad of cash to Qianqian. Qianqian leaned down and kissed Mingming, and Mingming casually gave her big breasts a hard squeeze. Qianqian moaned softly and cuddled with him, hugging him tightly. He then gave the thicker wad of cash directly to my mother's patron, the bearded man, and shouted loudly at him, "Today, I'll fulfill all your demands! Here's a lot of money; I'll invest in your short film! It's just 500,000, right? Humph!"

Mingming's nose was practically pointing to the sky; his arrogant demeanor was simply infuriating. But the real danger now was... It was Mingming, not me. I quickly closed my laptop and stammered, "What do you want to buy?"

The bearded man glared at me fiercely, then turned to Mingming without turning his head and said, "Today I'll show you something new. You fucked a whore in front of your lover, now you can fuck her ass if you want, or have that slut lick your asshole, humph!"

Good heavens, Mingming actually went to see Bobo's father, that bastard! Qianqian was also bullied by this bastard. Mingming excitedly shouted, "You slut, later you'll be with that slut upstairs, I want a threesome!" After saying that, he vigorously rubbed Qianqian's pert buttocks.

Qianqian softly moaned and said coquettishly, "I'll definitely serve you well, young master, and don't forget to invest in the boss later!"

"No problem!" Mingming said generously!

"We really don't have anything!" I sincerely defended myself.

The bearded man snorted coldly, "Damn it, why didn't you say anything when you kicked me? I watched you hugging that slut, that bitch. She was saying on the phone that she loved me and would do whatever I said. You look so energetic, you must have had a great time serving her!"

I couldn't argue anymore, and actually, there was no need to argue, because the bodyguard suddenly rushed over, grabbed me by the collar, and shoved me out from behind the counter. I flew softly over the counter like a chick and crashed to the ground. I looked up and saw Qianqian's short skirt.

Damn it, that slut Qianqian was wearing a thong! I couldn't even have time to fantasize about my cousin anymore. The bodyguard had already dragged me by the hair all the way to the elevator. The bearded man and Mingming kicked me hard the whole way. I was rolling around on the ground being beaten, and Qianqian was watching from the side. When she saw Mingming having fun, she even gave a soft approving sound.

I was dragged onto the elevator and taken to my mother's door. The bearded man stomped on my face, pounding on the door, his leather shoe twisting violently against my cheek, making me wince in pain. Just then, the door burst open, and my mother's voice rang out: "Ah!"

"Ah my ass! You slut!" the bearded man roared, followed by a heavy slap across my face. The sound was deep and painful. A sudden thought struck me; I remembered the text message I'd received earlier—I had to protect my mother!

I mustered my remaining strength and broke free from the bearded man's foot, leaping up to see a large, red smear on my mother's left cheek. My heart ached, and I rushed inside, embracing my mother tightly.

The bearded man and his gang watched silently, then went inside and closed the door. The bearded man clapped his hands: "Good, good! Who says adulterers don't have feelings? I bet they could write it all down in a book. Daring to be lovers right in front of me!"

My mother shoved me away and slapped me hard across the face. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she pointed at me at the bearded man, saying, "I seduced him, I didn't do anything, I just wanted to make you jealous and come home more often to keep us company!" Qianqian smiled slightly at us; she knew the truth best, but she said nothing.

"Nobody believes you! From today onwards, I've taken Bobo away. This is your money for selling yourself. Serve the young master well today, and you'll get the money. Otherwise, we'll beat you two starving lovers to death!" the bearded man roared viciously.

"Bobo! No, how am I supposed to live?!" my mother cried out in despair.

I suddenly yelled at my mother, "I'll support you! Don't pay them any attention!"

Several people couldn't help but laugh, especially the bearded man. He strode over, glanced at me from head to toe, and turned to the bodyguard, saying, "Who knew a poor wretch could be such a romantic? He gets horny over an old slut!" Hearing this, I angrily headbutted the bearded man. The bodyguard swiftly stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders, and with a gentle pull, I crashed into a nearby cabinet. I felt a wave of dizziness, and a stream of hot blood flowed down my head.

Accompanied by the stinging sounds of mouths on my cheeks, when I awoke, I was met with a lewd scene: the bearded man sat in a chair, holding Qianqian in his arms, his large hands already inside her breasts, fondling one of her plump breasts. My poor mother knelt on the ground, her upper body completely naked, like an ancient Greek sculpture, her tender pink nipples exposed to the air, her head tilted back, and her mouth sucking on Mingming's small penis.

While I was raping his mother, Mingming kept slapping her cheeks with both hands, shouting, "Ah, so good! Lick my glans! Do you even know how to lick it?"

The bearded man proudly told Mingming, "This slut knows all the tricks of the trade. She's a jack-of-all-trades. In a bit, let the young master enjoy her virgin chrysanthemum. That place is so tight; I've never fucked it before."

Hearing this, the mother trembled, her breasts swaying, a breathtaking sight. The bodyguard, seeing I was awake and knowing I was weak, grabbed my hair and dragged me in front of the mother and Mingming. Just a centimeter away, a hard little penis was thrusting in and out of the mother's mouth. I could see the glans rising and falling inside through her cheeks, enjoying the sensation on her lips.

The bearded man, also aroused, reached through her skirt to Qianqian's vulva, licking until her juices soaked her black stockings.

I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

The bodyguard ignored me, released my grip, and shoved my mother to the ground. She lay face down, her mouth still agape over Mingming's penis. The bodyguard looked at the bearded man and said, "Damn, I've been eyeing this slut for ages. Let me have my fun today. I've always worked in movies, never been with a stage actress."

The bearded man waved his hand, indicating she could do whatever she wanted. At this point, Qianqian couldn't take it anymore. She rolled over, unzipped the bearded man's pants, lifted his penis, and started licking it. The bearded man said comfortably, "So comfortable, much more comfortable than that slut."

The bodyguard lifted his mother's nightgown, revealing a pair of blue silk panties covering her round buttocks. He roughly pulled them down to her knees and began to grope her genitals, shouting, "Damn it, what are you pretending to be innocent for? Going to do this!"

Qianqian was trying hard to get the bearded man's penis erect, but it just wouldn't get hard. The bearded man complained, "Damn it, I didn't bring any drugs today, and there's nothing to stimulate me, so what can I do?" "No stimulation, no hardness!"

Qianqian turned her head and looked at my mother and me, smiled wickedly, crawled to the bearded man's ear, and whispered something to him. The bearded man cursed, "Damn, good idea!" He pointed at the bodyguard and said, "Brother Long, don't do that slut yet, let the adulterer make her wet. They're a pair of adulterers, they'll definitely be burning with passion and produce lots of fluid!"

The bodyguard also lewdly laughed, "Okay! I hate this kind of thing. The more fluid, the better I feel!"

After saying that, he slapped my mother's buttocks hard with his left hand, and pulled me behind my mother with his right hand, shouting, "Familiar, right? You have to make me wet!"

A few centimeters in front of me, my mother's buttocks were constantly twisting, her vulva was clearly breathing, and her neatly combed pubic hair stood up obediently. Just as I hesitated, the bodyguard Brother Long suddenly pressed my face against my mother's vulva, and shouted from behind, "Lick it out with your mouth!" I could only stick out my tongue and lick it lightly. My mother's whole body moved. I don't know why?

At this moment, my mother had clearly taken off her pants. He said in a soft voice to the bearded man, "You're always licking my dick, the medicine is probably running low. Let her lick my asshole!" From the movement of my mother's buttocks, I knew she was very unwilling, but she still gave in. Her body was heaving back and forth. A surge of anger welled up in my heart. I wanted to kill you beasts!

Before I could even think, Brother Long had already inserted a finger into my mother's anus, drilling hard. My mother was trembling all over. I couldn't continue licking my mother's cunt. My mother suddenly shouted, "No!"

At this moment, the bearded man shouted, "Let him fuck your cunt, I want to hear what surprises he has?" Actually, my lower body was already rock hard. The bodyguard pulled my head up and pulled off my pants in one go. A big, hard cock was exposed to the air. Brother Long forcefully spread my mother's cunt apart. Her labia majora were violently pried open by his fingers, and her labia minora opened and closed as if beckoning my cock in.

Qianqian grinned lewdly, "I'll tell you soon, it's so exciting!" My penis inch by inch approached that hole, the place where I was born, but I couldn't do this. I tried to run backward, but unfortunately, Brother Long's strong arm grabbed my penis, squeezing it tightly, and just like that, he thrust it in.

I fucked my mother, God! What have I done!

Mother felt something large suddenly thrust into her dry vagina. Brother Long chuckled and said to the bearded man, "Looks like they haven't really had much of an affair yet. This kid's got no experience! All he knows is how to fuck!"

Mother licked Mingming's anus while making exaggerated deep moans. Qianqian shouted at me, "How's it? Fuck your own mother, right?"

"What!" the bearded man shrieked, "Say that again!"

I saw the bearded man's penis instantly harden. Without a word, Qianqian pulled down her panties and slipped her pussy inside, letting out a satisfied sigh, "I actually still have my period today, but this is when my libido is strongest! It's so satisfying!"

The bearded man, while thrusting, shook Qianqian vigorously, saying, "Say it again, they're mother and son!"

"Hahahaha..." Qianqian laughed lewdly, "Of course, he's my cousin, and that's his biological mother. But he's bad; he didn't tell his mom he was here, and he lives right across the street!" My mother and I froze instantly. No matter how much Mingming slapped her breasts and face, my mother just lay there, stunned. I pulled out my penis and stood there dumbfounded too. Qianqian, you bastard, I'll kill you first!

After a long while, my mother shouted, "Oh my god, what have I been doing? What a disaster!" She got up, not daring to look at me, and ran naked into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Mingming stood there dumbfounded, muttering, "Damn it, I haven't even fucked his ass yet! I'm definitely not investing in this movie!" I jumped up with all my might, grabbed an alarm clock from the nearby table, and slammed it down on Brother Long with unimaginable force! Brother Long was so dazed from the impact that he collapsed to the ground. I stared at Big Beard and Qianqian with bloodshot eyes and clenched fists. The two of them were terrified by my appearance. With a "Ah!" Big Beard's penis ejaculated, and white semen flowed out of Qianqian's cunt.

I saw Mingming still had his student ID hanging around his neck, so I rushed over, yanked it off, and ran out the door naked from the waist down.

What should I do next? Should I leave and spend all this money, or go kill all these bastards? Left or right?

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